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Mud On My Clean White Tiles

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  • Chris G. Vaillancourt+
    Mud On My Clean White Tiles Your words are mud on my clean white tiles. Stagnant breath that fills my arms with lost expectations. You are my hot and cold.
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 15, 2010
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      Mud On My Clean White Tiles

      Your words are mud
      on my clean white tiles.

      Stagnant breath that
      fills my arms
      with lost expectations.

      You are my hot and cold.
      Remembrance of frosted ice
      that melts like
      a permanent marker.

      I am not your salvation.
      I have no
      magic fairy dust
      to give you.

      I will not help you.
      I will not surrender
      to your constant
      paranoia.

      Let us imagine
      I've already said goodbye.

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