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Not Here

My hands are cold  
unfeeling with frostbite of the soul
clenched against my chest again †
with crescents of blood where nails used to be †

Donít take my palms and try to read the scars  
theyíre all lies from another life †
where loneliness wasnít ground-inducing †
and the floor wasnít covered with tears †

Iím a shadow of someone †
that could be loved †
if only I could look you in the eye †
instead of dead-gazing the horizon †

Because dreams are best left for sleeping †
and hope is just one more thing †
the Gods have come to take away;  
my entrails signing the sidewalk †
that I was never here †

© Indie Adams 2014
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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