What it is

It is:

The frayed edges,

The loose ties,

The settled dust

On unfinished

…Stuff.

It is the niggling,

Other doubting,

Ever present

In the room.

The unforgotten.

It is the pillow

That I place

Over my face.

It is the cotton

Damp from tears,

The pearls of fear,

Around my neck.

The sober fight.

The longest night.

It is:

The sadness of

The best sun

Bereft of fun.

It is what:

I am left with.

The loose change.

The soft landing.

The long standing.

It is.

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thefitzroyflasher

words, love, hate, life, death, street art, feminism, GLBTIQ rights, human rights, anarchism, graffiti, tags, writers, writing, poetry, politics. Je suis l'artiste anciennement connu sous le nom de Flasher Fitzroy.

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