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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

tight rope walking


awful just settling
don't you hear?
the quite white noise
of nothing condescends
a life you once motioned inside.
these things remind me
who i am, who i'm not
where to start, to end from
when i arrive
i already want to leave
and when i have left
i yearn to come back.
Posted by Jillian Diana Koopman at 3:06 PM

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