Poems
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Sorting through abusive mornings:
-Occasional butterflies to curse
-Few memories that will erase themselves later
I breathe instead of breakfast
A soothing world of trial and error awaits us
Until death opens up the shape of the bones
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