Samuel Dickinson · Mar 8, 2012
Touchy People

these words are
meaningless, paling in
comparison to my vivid thoughts

I can't wait for
tomorrow

there's no sense in wondering
at what might have been three
weeks ago when
right now is a serene place and
two people walking in the dark
share such a
full-moon epiphany

 
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