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You see? No, you don't.

You'd hate if you were me.

I dress in the dark

by placing daisies over derogatory dents!

Indecisiveness and doubt displace me.

I'm lost, listless and plain.

You'd hate if you were me.

You see? But you don't.

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Angelus
13:07 Nov 17 2010

superb.

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still

standing?

how,

how,

how.

stand

staring

right back at me. High

stakes. High

standards.

still

standing.

how?

Something is growing out of silence unsaid screams and quiet firey remarks. Pulsing through a stopping heart withstanding heat from overloaded

senses.

A desire to eat away at flesh, scratch and bite it raw from the bone.

Lost beneath a mental barrier, exposing itself physically in the

silence.

The voice unleashed.

Walk by me,

without passing a glance

or a mumbled greeting.

I know you,

but you don't say hello.



"Hey," someone says.

Suddenly seen!

Suddenly human again!

"Hi," I say to the stranger

that I know is passing by me.



But you still wouldn't say hello.

It's labeled.

It's here-

the box,

that is me.

I am thrown in.

My limbs

to reform and repurpose and reshape and resize

and confine my legs, arms and hands that

intertwine,

as I step inside.



My eyes stare up at certain death

the incoming lid

closing in.



The space contracts upon my heart constricted,

and collapses a collapsed lung releasing air

increasing pressure to

IMPLOSION!



This labeled box:

"This is who I'm supposed to be,"

I think.

"This is who and what I am."





The coffin confine

laid in its grave

before a stone

with my name engraved

has one mourner:

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LunaDarkstar
01:41 Jan 25 2011

Remarkable, impressive, marvelous. I am also a poet and I quite enjoy your work.

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