December 2011
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fate
Splinters lace your figures,
with every touch you bleed.
You disguise your face with
words that only fate believes.
The one you hate will hold
you down. Forever you’ll be
nothing but the dirt on the
ground.
-sarah francis.
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clock
You play a voice on a page.
You sing a light that has vanished.
An unmistakable fraction of beauty,
has cost you your life.
A mirror image of your unknown self
has written you up for death.
Your clock only runs backwards.
Pity has struck you. Run your coarse,
by the end, you will still be
face down. -sarah francis.
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you
I’ll write you a song,
it won’t be good
enough. I’ll blow
you a kiss, you’ll
turn the other
way. I will dig
my grave, you
will nail my coffin. -sarah francis.
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