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Friday, October 10, 2014

Where the Day Takes you



dislocated disposition

spine rusted

need to keep the sky from falling

keep this complicated earth

resting on my shoulders

gravity crushing me

today

lost my center

lost my direction

my senses confounded

holding up these

polluted heavens

searching

to be strong

stronger than the day

find my stature

blink

and realize

from here, I can touch the stars

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