the painstaking today
poems
Saturday, August 29, 2009
what's left
i have a problem with
the hole in the backyard i
use to bury my sad
it's filling up
and all i have left
is this starlight, but it takes none
from me
i'll leave you with this
confusion
questioning
for whatever it's worth
it's all that's left
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