Static
My soul has been turned
Inside Out
Like a new red t-shirt in spin cycle
I try to salvage its crisp colors
But I cannot stop it
From bleeding through
How I wish my soul could be bleached
From all its set in stains
A super potent formula
That wipes out all unwanted marks
Yet my soggy tears
Will never dry
Even during a 45 minute tumble
Nor will my daydreams uncling
From its static past
By KRISTEN ADELINE
© 2007 KRISTEN ADELINE
(All rights reserved)
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