dangling,
trickling
stuck
in the sheets
you turned,
and spoke
as you looked
into me
"stop"
"it's too late"
"don't forget to close the gate"
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
dangling,
trickling
stuck
in the sheets
you turned,
and spoke
as you looked
into me
"stop"
"it's too late"
"don't forget to close the gate"
we are all predestined to fail.
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