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Description the acoustics in this bathroom
make me feel as if i'm
in a chapel
singing about the angels
like i did in third grade
when you told me one would always be
watching out for me

the acoustics in this bathroom
remind me that i'm not
in a place that might hate me
that
i grew up
stopped singing about the angels
because you died and i
only sang because it made you happy

the acoustics in this bathroom
do nothing for me, now
because i've stopped breathing

[ i burnt my name into your coffee table,
because if i didn't, you'd forget about me. ]
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Comments: 5

PoetsHand [2013-11-24 16:44:00 +0000 UTC]

This is an amazing poem.

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brokenfragilethings In reply to PoetsHand [2013-12-03 17:29:03 +0000 UTC]

Thank you so much!

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CurtainRodFace [2013-11-22 09:31:22 +0000 UTC]

I hate that either of us understand that...

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brokenfragilethings In reply to CurtainRodFace [2013-12-03 17:28:58 +0000 UTC]

yeah hang in there!

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CurtainRodFace In reply to brokenfragilethings [2013-12-04 05:14:53 +0000 UTC]

You too, lovely.

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