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Linoleum

It isn’t the same

Without you here~

All the hopes and dreams

We had together

Died on the floor

That day with you.

A needle in your arm

And all those flies buzzing ’round~

Oh,  you always knew this day would come

And you did it anyway, stepping forth onto

The lighted stage of forever.

You lived your life

With no visible regrets.

You knew that we all

Loved you and would

Forever forgive

And forget.

You always got a pass.

But you went away~

Looking down at the

Patterns of the linoleum

Floor~The last tableau

As your heart stopped

And you flew away.

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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