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Hardwood Floors

21 Mar

Hardwood floors and dust collected piles

Stained with recollections of a time

I stood. I crawled. I moved at all.

I pictured myself stronger yesterday.

I envisioned a queen but maybe

I’m the patron saint of lost causes.

Maybe I’m the reason blood shed exists.

But maybe that was because of you.

 

I’ll hold my head high as the smoke

Rises to the heavens.

My head will fall beneath the soil

Amongst hardwood boards

And dirt piles they shovel.

Stained with recollections of a time

I stood. I crawled. I moved at all.

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Posted by on March 21, 2012 in Snippets of Life

 

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