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"Sometimes.."
his eyes dart down
like little puddle pieces
falling

to


the



ground.


His arms have embraced thorns,
his lips have swallowed-
hands have quaked-
shaken-
spirit sighed beneath the weight.

He is slumped
lost in empty bedrooms
silent, warmthless nights
as "a thousand eye-blue thoughts"
echo echo in his mind.





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