December 3

May 10th 1998: ???

Little translucent being

The medallion of innocence

Carries a thick accent

A beautiful sleep begins

Trailing off on a secret nod

With a sweep, sweep, sweep

The custodian sweeps me away

I, unaware of my state,

Am pushed off into the gutter

My sleep, undisturbed

The little translucent being

Innocent in all your glory

How is it I know you?

Your thick accent so familiar

Almost a comfort to me

 

I wrote this down on a scrap of paper in the bathroom stall at school. I think I am way too fucking high to finish it right now.

 


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Posted December 3, 2005 by Administrator in category "poem", "story

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