Poet Girl
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Insomnia ///
They pumped my stomach.
I foam at the mouth.
I can't fathom
the risen from the rising.
I am guarding this pearl,
this beauty, this gift.
I am keeping this angel
from breathing.
-Written Jan 26th 2006
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