Synapse
Mutterings of an Everyday Girl
OR
[it drives me crazy when i have no
one to share this insanity with]
My liquid life gels..
from the coldness of your heart.
a single warm word
can set it flowing again.
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Dementia coarses through my brain...
I am at the mercy
of my mind...
and yours.
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Who knows where this trip called life will take us?
Where are we going?
Once a map is unfolded...
it's so hard
to fold it back up again.
So you wrinkle it up...
and toss it aside.
Maybe someone else...
can figure it out for you.
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You have to shake hands
with the grim reaper.
Refusal could be much worse...
than momentarilly grasping
the cold hand
of death.
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