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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Not Suicide

Dead before dawn,
I lay on the lawn.

The sun an hour from rising
no fun realizing
futility rising
a boat capsizing.

Street lamps dim
like energy on a whim.
Life's lessons I skim
everything grim.

And through my lonely eyes
I see stars, left in skies,
littered on a navy blue blanket
dangling from a lover's anklet.

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