a chapped abyss of innocent words
Monday, May 26, 2008
nerves
you woke up with russian on your face
a fire burning in your stomach
throat, eyes and heart.
a doorbell
and you flee.
you press the lock and
forget the key
under the covers
"they'll never find you"
in there
you have everything you need.
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