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Monday, August 30, 2010

Thoughts Rattle

Thoughts rattle through me,
a collection of dry memories
haunting me in their shrouds.
There is no reason for their torture.
I had buried my love for you
inside the tomb that is now my heart.
I want no Lazarus resurrection
of that pain to torment me.
I wish only to erase you from my soul.


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