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Blind Trust In A Similar Being
>suggest a change in title

I have been leaving my doors unlocked.
I forget the night and the neighboorhood and
>drop and
I undress in my small bathroom
(the air in here is too damp and the moisture
on my body refuses to evaporate,
like persistnt hands).
>typo here--good digression though
The door is open for you
and my house is waiting for you to come in uninvited
>drop this and but keep the one below
and destroy it, scattering pictures and papers,
the small evidence of your exsitence
>typo--good lines here
collecting under your feet,
cracking like dead leaves.
I am going to be a young bride,
and soon my house will be locked to you.
Today when you drove me home
and we were overpowered by the grey
of this dull and dirty day
I stared out the window and
saw a gash of orange light through the dense clouds;
it brought back the image of blood
coming out of my pale skin,
the image of a time of more passion and less hurt.
>here I'm a little bit confused
I left my door unlocked as he colapsed into me,
>typo--like into me here
hoping, maybe, for someone to come in
and tear him away from me.
Obviously I'm too thin to defend myse
>great last line