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Cry, Damnit. by Merissa Ren

In by New Author on November 17, 2010 at 12:14 am

They must be in there somewhere. 31 days is a long time.
sob sob drop drip drop drop sniffle
Sad. Gone. Puffy. Clean.
That almost daily catharsis has gone to hide.
How long should I count for?  When do I get to open my eyes?
I tried to feel where they used to come from, but there was only rock
and no water.
Are they real? Your red noses, your nightly puddles glaring at me in the lights.
Am I not? Everything put away in boxes.
It is dry in there Andre. Rest awhile, ok?
It might be for forever.


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