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Outside

By Sandra, Xanii@aol.com

I
was never
in your mirror.
And I
was never in your soul.
I
could never complete
the mountains in your life.
I
would never warrant
enough of your time.

The coffee maker drips incessantly,
breaking black surfaces.
Repeatedly.

The rain falls unforgivably,
breaking further,
green and blue glass bits.

Closing my eyes,
could never make it go away,
closing my eyes could never
guarantee my place.

I
would have never
been the flowers
you were to seek.

Still

I

believed.

And I know...
There is no grief for the wary.
There is no fancy eulogy.

Still I
Chose to believe.

Still
I
chose to bleed.

Still.

5.2.99 Sandra


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