a chapped abyss of innocent words
Saturday, August 9, 2008
melt
your life lingers in your throat
any sign of teeth
the spasming of diaphragms
it surges up, seeking an escape
but your memory is firm
no matter how round the disks are
how destructible,
your life will stay stuck.
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