Harper Darnell
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life
Darkness covers me as a blanket thorn,
Mother? Father? Voices are mere riddles?
7 days dead, Lazarus rising I envy not,
Is life a cheap trick played on us by God?
Bed soaked dreams...running in fields painted by Monet...admiring colors that exist only in my head...I awaken...fetal.
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Charles2 says: Dead-on target... great message from the other side of the insidious destroyer of ...sanity... |
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