01 April 2011

could it be?
i have
the foreboding
sense that
all of
this is
slowly
drying up.
in the tense
aching of
my muscles
in the
shallow,
hollow knock
of my wrists.
that sense
permeates
throughout the
worn crevices
of my
mind.
throughout all
those undone
things.

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