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I feel in a chapel the same way
I feel in a bathtub
Old with iron feet and spindle faucets,
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you.You are the window that severs me from the sky.You pour black paint on my dreams smothering them in INK and FEAR.
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When my smile can no longer hide my pain,
When the ballet shoe wont fit,
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How long will we believe the lies about the rain?
When will we learn and once again be sane?
The water on your window
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At every Georgia off-ramp
Waffle House branded the sign,
Promising dimly lit lamps
And shredded strips of swine.
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Sitting on her desk, it feels nothing for her;
To both item and man she does not exist.
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It is a slim thing. Not broad,
but thin. Stored far from the eraser,
it holds its place with honor.
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