at 3.A Poem by eena
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sitting on a shelf, with marionette hands. nah man, the puppeteer don't really come around here no more. I think I got a glitch in my bloodstream, mama I ain't what I used to be. there's something caught behind my eye, I see you every time I shut up tight. my accordian self in and out flicker forward. find you in my littlest spaces my hide out places, I hug my knees and I stop to breathe I stop to I stop to count the clock backwards, find myself at 3. © 2010 eena |
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