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FROM A SAINT TO A SINNER


Submitted:Jul 12, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


ADRIFT, in my bed room map,
there are ghost here, and keys
full of sweat and rust.

ADRIFT, transfixed in blue, there
are stripes here, and mirrors
that laugh and yell.

BACK off, clip on a halo..
back off, and let the fat
lady sing.

ADRIFT,
adrift,
stop.





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