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Atoms Split and Explode

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shep4life

Published: Jun 29, 2009

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Atoms Split and Explode 6/29/07

I feel stretched, thin and see-through.
Fragile like paper, easy to
cut, rip, bend and crumple.
I am torn in twos and threes.
Spread like butter on too much bread.

I am self-aware and overbearing.
Deeply pensive and understanding.
People need to stop clinging, groping, and clawing
at my sensitive, bruised and crawling skin.
My head is cleaved, much to my dismay.

Hold me in your warm soft arms.
I just want to embrace your everlasting bright.
The stars are shining just for you.

Make me whole, for I am in tiny scattered pieces.
Do you keep contact with a higher power than I?
Can two become one flesh? Can we entwine?

I hold no expectations, thus no disappointments.
A simple solution will present itself if we keep our eyes wide.

Take my hand dear one, and we shall face forever together.

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well, what to say about this one...hmmm...I have no idea...this is how I've been feeling lately...stretched too thin...enjoy!!! Probably the last one for June...it's been a rough month...

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