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| Bathroom graffiti at The Echo |
I hate to complain
Ungrateful remorse is unbecoming
A bitter, unwholesome stain
Yet I find myself running
Suspended in space
A frantic gerbil deceived
I’m the blind girl in the library
Gelatin coddles me here
I don’t know the taste of sugar
But I heard about it on the silver screen
A stab in the dark
It hurts like a slap, more resounding
If I blink really fast
The illusion will last
But when I stop to rest
It’s never there
[A poem I wrote February 17, 2010 and just rediscovered]
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