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Open and revolving

Poetry By: sowosamma25

Empty Pockets full of Dreams

Submitted:Mar 7, 2011    Reads: 39    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

The elbow on the table

the right one

left hand on the surface


kidneys hurt

cold feet

unable to move

I grab a cigarette

the lighter falls down

I bend down to pick it up

up again

little finger and thumb are pressing against my temple

bad taste in my mouth

I´m sitting safe in a chair

and there are only 5 feet left to get into my bed




another zip of some 40% shit

no work tomorrow

you know that you are fucked

when you wake up

with still four hours until the sun rises

hoping that there are still some smokes left

hoping that the 40% aren´t empty yet

hoping that the door you´ve seen

is still open.

Open and revolving


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