doors were once boulders
so much harder to move
turned to fodder
by simply shrugged shoulders
a suspended bend
landing, tumbling through
my shoes
tearing smooth
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
doors were once boulders
so much harder to move
turned to fodder
by simply shrugged shoulders
a suspended bend
landing, tumbling through
my shoes
tearing smooth
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