the painstaking today
poems
Monday, November 16, 2009
faux
how it must feel
when that ceiling collapses
and the ink comes running through
staining what little you had
in your possession
soiling that sea of disregard
oh, how i'd like to,
oh, how it hurts how i want
no one to feel
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