see me:
November 7, 2012 § Leave a comment
I’m all struck out of things to say
winter has carried my tongue away
melt the ice and see me
I’m all out of poetry
winter has frozen my ability
but like a boomerang:
wait a season. see me
November 7, 2012 § Leave a comment
I’m all struck out of things to say
winter has carried my tongue away
melt the ice and see me
I’m all out of poetry
winter has frozen my ability
but like a boomerang:
wait a season. see me
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