The Suns Mask

I stare out the window
And into the sun
And wait for my eyes
To go numb
Then I'll look to my hand
It's blurred and unclear
The guilt is masked
No pain
No fear



Poetry by Peter Otter
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Written on 2008-03-02 at 07:10

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