Frequency

Posted: December 21, 2013 in Poetry
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Slow
this is how
the end appears
an epiphany
before a dream
after
hurt we dance

pray & break
apart in a
bed of dirt
head 
be-low cover
another
lost lover
afraid
of the dark
paralyzed
truth terrified
there to find
between the sheets
whenever we
speak behind
the lines shifting
with the sands
of time
heart
all is left
giving life
to memory
not knowing
who or what
how to where
the distance
too far
to travel back
again
only to
begin
is no more
is no more
is no more.

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