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The nights- Longer
Heart- Weaker
Time- Ticking
Breath- Sickening

I used to stare.
Through the mirror
Through the gap between my eyes
Through my lashes
Through my bed spread
Imperfection ran along my fingers
Tapping them
Waiting; Walk in man.
Through them too
Even those nights when you
slept right next to me
I stared
I stare all the time
Through the back of my head
When you aren't there
Through someone else
Through the old tv
Through my ricocheting eyes
You've become my sight.
Thawing away at my skin
How else will I get through the night?
The nurse just says I need to cry.

-Not Tempted To Heal.

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