"sadhvi"

its like walking with ghosts
concrete pulls me down so hard into it
i suffocate and sting smart with pain but not with brilliance
i know i'm here, i saw the junk mail and bills to confirm it.
so why and how can i be HERE when "here" is sifting softly through my hands,
running down, drifting & pooling at my feet...
aw hell.
i'm going to need a dustpan or a vacumn to clean this mess...
so much want, it's everywhere
blanketing hope
dusting everything so thickly i need a mask to breathe
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