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The sheet of blue plastic,
In a corner,
On the pathway,
By the road.
When it pours
you’ll find limbs, toes,
a tail-
And patient eyes waiting
knowing
it would be over soon.
-Jason
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Pull away my blankets
snatch my skies in one smooth move
and throw me out
roofless in the rain.
For that is the only way I shall ever taste
Again.
Water thou art
and to water
thou shalt forevermore return.
-Nikita
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@Jason: I love how in everything you write, it's almost always very dark, but there's a tiny sliver of hope, almost as if you're too scared to give away more than that, but you're terrified of keeping it entirely dark too.
ReplyDelete@Nik: "For that is the only way I shall ever taste
Again". I LOVE this.