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geometry (Free verse) by skaskowski

i laugh as the blood makes recognizable shapes on the tile floor i don't need this anymore how can love be a cradle when the baby is stillborn? how can life deem me able when i am only able to harm? my tears streak down my face and are pink on the dirty floor, who needs thought anymore? how can embrace be a cure to an incurable disease? how can i be sure that there is reason to breathe???

emilyowey 21-Jul-02/8:50 AM
Wow, that's so powerful.




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