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August 18, 2009
Willpower gagged in the closet
Choice, I bribed with my stash
Hopes are locked in the cupboard
This Guilt on wear on my back
And so
I’m drowning in this torrent of distractions
Fractured and fleeting
Listen to the harmonies…
Far away… muffled…
They used to be so clear
Before long
I’m beating myself with a Cross and a stereo
Unbearable silence
Lost in the glittering melee
Overtaken and distant and addicted to surrender
Denial and a fragile creature
Forever seeking shelter
Willpower scratching at the closet door
Choice got into my stash
Hopes growing restless in the cupboard
This Guilt wards off the attack
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