;alone (again.)A Poem by Jimi Brady
;alone
in a small room in a quiet home and the (after) only (a moment) way I know how to be lonely is with my hands closed. it never hurts (my heart) when somebody walks outside the backdoor of my chest, press -ed lightly against (falters) this room where I laid myself to rest.
(again.) © 2013 Jimi Brady |
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Added on April 25, 2013 Last Updated on April 25, 2013 Author
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