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FORGETFUL JON
There's part of me
That falls apart
Just from you're unrealized
Footsteps.
Silent slippers
Fashioned by fear
And purchased
With pennies of denial.
Subterfuge lends a foot
As silent guilt slips
In the backdoor
Setting fire to preparation,
Planting unsavory seeds.
Excavation seems unnecessary
Destruction of self
Is a painful lazy river.
No start
Or stop
Only hidden intersections
Easily ignored or forgotten
Blurring
Until grey
faced and emaciated.
One confused,
So far as to forget to eat
Stumbles forth to fall
Downhill
Disappearing
Into condensation's wafting attempt:
Illusion of sublime.
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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