We fit ourselves
unsatisfactorily
into small overlaps
of cracks and crevices
between
our real selves,
watching as those
precious spaces
fill slowly
with random
windblown debris
that threatens
to crowd us out.
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3 comments:
probably the fourth time i'm reading this on your blog since you put it up.
I really like this one.
So many faces...
i think u shud also read what i posted last, kind of matches this...
I think you're both right. Many faces ... and spaces.
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