December 27, 2008
By Anonymous

My eyes prick with hundreds of dust particles.
Hundreds of made up memories that keep me awake.
You are forever keeping me awake.
I can't shake the feeling
that you are not the same.
You sleep sound and unchanged.
How does the world spin.
I believe time would be
an opportunity to create
a motion.
To create a movement in you
that would alter your every atom.
I would split you in two.
In too many pieces are you.
We aren't the same.

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