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Dialectic of the Lost II
I've found
a window
has cracked open.
I'm ashamed
of the hot air
wisping out
the sliver.
I'm always
---------------reaching
for the next
one
to tell myself to.
Who will let me
be a part of them?
I know better--
everyone is another
I could
have been.
Still,
the stinging
echo of
the distinction--
the proclamation
of distance.
a window
has cracked open.
I'm ashamed
of the hot air
wisping out
the sliver.
I'm always
---------------reaching
for the next
one
to tell myself to.
Who will let me
be a part of them?
I know better--
everyone is another
I could
have been.
Still,
the stinging
echo of
the distinction--
the proclamation
of distance.
Published 2nd Nov 2013
| Edited 4th Nov 2013
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4th Nov 2013 7:59am
indeed.
um..at the end of the third stanza, do you mean to have the word "too" actually be "too?"
um..at the end of the third stanza, do you mean to have the word "too" actually be "too?"
