The world ended,
I ruffle my blanket to
cover
my cold feet.
A lovely
soundtrack of birds
chortle outside; never mind the mechanical
croaks & ***** howls.
I haven't seen a human
all day. The most underrated
turn-off is a mirror,
as I think to myself.
She must be distraught, on the
other side of town,
while I am loosely here
& not a text to cool me down.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
The world ended,
I ruffle my blanket to
cover
my cold feet.
A lovely
soundtrack of birds
chortle outside; never mind the mechanical
croaks & ***** howls.
I haven't seen a human
all day. The most underrated
turn-off is a mirror,
as I think to myself.
She must be distraught, on the
other side of town,
while I am loosely here
& not a text to cool me down.
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