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An imitation of The Book's Speech by Lynn Emanuel
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Always, the day disappears somehow.My long thread of recollections growstranslucent, gradually telescoping awayfrom me with a muffled whirr. I would s..
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Your mother's is collectingdust in the attic. I begin to forgetwhat you looked like,then, with that jewel of a half-smiledancing on your lips. My coff..
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It's not what I intended;
I never meant to get my whole world
so knotted up in the
desperate promises I made years ago.
But I chained myself to t..
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finally cranked out a poem after 2 whole months of writer's block. I'm not too sure about the ending, but other than that I think it's pretty much com..
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Your feet shuffle over the worn-out, patchy carpet, and I can feel the static dancing on my skin as you lean down to run your finger along the line of..
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I clutch at
biting razors,
scratching nails.
hurting, hurting.
your eyes bore into mine
the deep burgundy forcing
the fluids of my crumbling h..
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If not more alive than ever?
Dredged horizontally across filthy train tracks
And suddenly
I am staring up at them
Down at them
Into them.
I am..
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dragged blues and silvers into your hair;
Pushing along low-hanging clouds.
Chasing us.
I dropped indications of childish fears
Into your palm..
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The yellows are nothing
Compared to
The blues they replace,
I am sure.
But they are the creation of our guilty hands.
Do not mock me,
For ..
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