Tuesday, January 17, 2012

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Lost inside the identity crisis,

I tripped near a gutter and spilled out my name.


Each letter moved smoothly over the concrete,

watery in my scape of a dream.


I reached in despair to retreive all I know,

the shatterings slipped between my pores,

gashing my sorry digits that began bleeding

my needed DNA.


Light-headed, woozy,

I stood up just now,

the world looks different,

clouds all the way down to my brow,

furrowed in wonder at why I may be wandering.

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