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Sly
Author: meguin  PM
A ghazal-esque poem, about all that craziness that goes on in my head. Ok, that's a lie.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 103 - Published: 06-23-06 - id: 2198790
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Sly
Sly ones (don't look!)
creeping behind the fog
They are waiting for us
to give into distraction
I watch again and again (rewind, play, rewind)
the train wreckage of my life
Press my face against the window to
watch the rain drip through the cracks in my chest
it pours-- running in slides
but does not stick in my hair
I let my hair hide my face
so that the sly cannot see me
Each muscle moves with careful thought
hands slowly gravitate
Fog slides down my mouth
to get under my skin
Stupified, I fall,
owing myself to no resource.
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