07 September 2016

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2787
Whispering about me
Like paranoia,
Like leaves by a slight rain voiced
In a place I don't seem to know.
I must stand still.
Rain.
I am not where I am.

10 August 2016

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2775
The pause of being choiceless
Is like birth;
In a place unasked, unknowing,
In your paper gown,
But now
All you see has lost its name;
The voice of a person on the phone,
The sunlit day outside.