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I do believe...
By Mute Serenade
I sip day old coffee
Smoke stale cigarrettes
On early mornings.
I bleed frosty dew drops
Trickling down my skin
Numbing
Dulling
I say to myself
"I do believe we are dead"
Your face is frozen
Cemented by indifference
And I wait...
I wait for the warm hush of things being okay
To caress my ear
Thawing
By your breath...
And it never comes.
So I sip day old coffee
Smoke stale cigarrettes
On early mornings.
I bleed on everything
Like wine down my skin
Numbing
Dulling
And I weep to myself
"We are Dead."
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Copyright 2004 Mute Serenade
Published on Tuesday, February 10, 2004.
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On Sunday, February 16, 2020, carlosjackal
(3015)
wrote:
This is even better than the first time round I read this...Straight to the heart of break up matter and antimatter. Another thing: COME BACK AND POST AGAIN!! :)
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On Sunday, February 25, 2018, SolApathy
(667) wrote:
Your chaos is a kiss of the warmest regret ever known...I beckon to the darkness that is my....Home. This piece hits so deep I read it and find I cannot sleep. -Poetic perfection a twisted visage of this broken reflection.
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On Monday, September 11, 2017, carlosjackal
(3015) wrote:
That harsh reality when a couple are no longer a couple...That spark dampened to nothing. So well wrought.
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On Thursday, August 10, 2017, Arwen
(187) wrote:
Coffee has a way of bringing people back from being a Zombie like me.
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On Wednesday, January 16, 2008, xserratedsoulx
(212) wrote:
"I wait for the warm hush of things being okay"--love this line.
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On Sunday, March 21, 2004, sulkylime
(191) wrote:
indifference.. i do believe .. is death. i wonder if i am dead too. lovely poem by the way
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On Monday, February 16, 2004, capt_funguy
(778) wrote:
i was the dead part of a " we " once ... this was beautifully conveyed ... and you can watch the hour hand creep ... cool ... funguy
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