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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Psychosis: 3 of 8

My eyes are dry I think I feel them cracking I blink cellophane silk Yet things remain in place Sliding in and through this empty space. My ears are ringing like a stereo just quit or the mice having gotten wind of something curious debate breathily in the coat closet. I know; have mapped a path to the door written in blue ink on the queen's silk handkerchief. She stole it back left me lost. Being mindful slipping out only between ten and two of roommates long gone leave their table setting listen to their lingering whispers. I swear At some point in time Scribbled on a list rice paper mem...
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