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I do believe...

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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On Wednesday January 16th, 2008, xserratedsoulx (279) writes:

"I wait for the warm hush of things being okay"--love this line.

On Tuesday October 5th, 2004, suicideseason (2144) writes:

_dear Sue...i can't say enough how much i love your writing.

On Wednesday March 24th, 2004, Twilight (2102) writes:

beginning-the intro to saddness. then you slowly build us up with filling thoughts as you rest us at the beautifully well written ending.

On Sunday March 21st, 2004, sulkylime (258) writes:

indifference.. i do believe .. is death. i wonder if i am dead too. lovely poem by the way

On Monday February 16th, 2004, capt_funguy (998) writes:

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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