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Darkness closes
around the sun
invisible cloak for expert hearts
to break.

Leaving, left (03.01.2013)

The comfort of those days
wrapped around these streets
hurts my heart.

Empty seat (02.01.2013)

Didn't want to see that little round face
petal-soft
Didn't want to hold that little white body
padded-heavy
Didn't want to hear the voices fake-compliment the skill
of looking like a mother even though.

In my mind (01.01.2013)

Words crowd and crash at the gates
electrified, fire-hot
life blinds them, flash in the dark
they stumble, silenced
gathering in a dream
flowing in water, dissolving
language made of air.