| | Thoughts flicker with a Certain intensity Distractions like light Reflecting in a hangover curing Cup of coffee In the sunlight Her pale eyes Ache. Mascara droplets Stain her chin Unnoticed until One might wipe them Away? When darkness Is her mind The days slows down Creaking with rusty joints. She oils them with salt. |
| | Posted 5/20/2009 4:32 AM - 102 Views - 4 eProps - 3 comments
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