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My Bedroom at a Glance

My closet of memories and quiet light,
I store my treasures of peace.
The walls are covered with me,
My flesh, my life, creating for me an inner self.
A heart has left it now.
It is louder than it used to be.
Was once a sanctuary of flesh
And the personalization of voices was beautiful.
She is gone now, and the boundaries are smashing;
My hands are bloody, beating the organic walls.

20 Mar 07

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