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Sadness reeks from my pillow.
The stench of loneliness lingers on my bed.

The mold of being alone started building up
from a tear
from a loss…
of friends
of love

A distorted shadow follows
awake
asleep

The image on the mirror has turned it’s back
walking
away

The mold of being alone started building up
from a tear
from a loss…
of self

written september 24, 2007