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dumbstruck

the sun stands up
heedless of my cry
stinging my senses
like a lie
words once borne 
on filaments of air
polished to pale glass now
with care/worn/fury
my mouth made mute
closed by it`s own sick inertia
— bad reiniger, Mar 22, 2010

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bad reiniger

16 years 2 months ago

thanks fran trying to

thanks fran trying to express my own frustration at inability to connect with others/self/universe