Thursday, October 17, 2013

unfinished

I angle my teeth to catch the
splintered stars. Their light fits
me now. is there any softness left
to you, curves to guide me? I have
faced the wind too long.
I am all loose footing and
scree I cannot touch you without
breaking. lets leave this less than
done so there will always be
something more



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