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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Invitation

I will leave
the windows
open
to let in
the fresh air
along with insects
that will bite

I will leave
the windows
open
lest
the weight of bitterness
crushes me
within the stale walls
of ignorance
in the confined darkness
of a hot stifling
night
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1 comment:

  1. Psycho Babbling BasherFebruary 5, 2011 at 6:29 AM

    It would have been a terrible damn shame if you never picked up your pen again.
    If you have this talent, don't bury it. It has blossomed and appears to promise to flourish more.
    I wish I could write poetry as visually like you do. I enjoyed the journey of your Posts.

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