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Chiaroscuro

February 8, 2008
By Anonymous

I cover my mouth with my hand
as before they covered it with lies
i bite my fingers so i wont speak
but sometimes i forget

to try and be nice
it takes work to be likeable
so exhausting to keep up appearnaces

I am nocturnal
like an owl, or perhaps a rat

I am despereaux
chiaroscuro
i run to the dark, hiding beneath the stone floors

you think thoughts
about me
as i lay my cheek against cool cement
and thin trickles of liquid pour into the street


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