Writing in the margins,
hiding on the page.
Schooled in imperfection,
cowering with rage.
Following the guidelines,
living by the book.
Simulated blindness,
terrified to look.
Frozen indecision,
powerless to choose.
Diagramming failure,
satisfied to lose.
Putting off beginning,
steering clear of ends.
Intimate with strangers,
insecure with friends.
Fleeing ever faster,
running short of breath.
Sprinting out of childhood,
hurrying to death.
Lying in the postscript,
bleeding from the heart.
Living in the margins,
dying from the start.
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