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| It's not your fault I could have been dead on arrival but I lasted fourteen years, willing to draw dreams like clouds on your skies. You never felt obligated to marry my vision to yours in this strange bedroom I've been given, my heart monitor slowly beating. Fluids that filled my empty veins thicken an already dark soul hiding. It's not your fault I gave up on life before I arrived at this emergent room for hope. I could draw these last breaths of dreams, carried out on gurney, wheeled down dark halls. No, it's not your fault I had a fast car that I steered into steel buildings with windows like a bird purposed to message. My vision not your own, and I trust these instruments drain my life's blood, words of peace before I die. goodbye. 8.23.20 |
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