a chapped abyss of innocent words
Saturday, May 16, 2009
out of focus
14
the ripe old age of
softness.
water drops and streams
on the windows
loneliness in the front seat
driver side only
and lighting strikes
and illuminates the sky
he remarks
"it's like a camera's flash"
and the truth is
suffocating
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