oh corporeal form, that
shaped by the motions of boulders
n sand, why do restless waters go
always like this - lapping at
the doorframe, the little dripping
sounds in
the basement?
held an arm up, to the sky,
to clear the sun out of sight,
but somehow you just can't catch warmth,
here.
and i said all of the things that i'd
needed to say but if not
why's it matter,
either? what a curse;
am i sad?
am i happy?
am i just over it?
& is that just the same
as giving up?
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
oh corporeal form, that
shaped by the motions of boulders
n sand, why do restless waters go
always like this - lapping at
the doorframe, the little dripping
sounds in
the basement?
held an arm up, to the sky,
to clear the sun out of sight,
but somehow you just can't catch warmth,
here.
and i said all of the things that i'd
needed to say but if not
why's it matter,
either? what a curse;
am i sad?
am i happy?
am i just over it?
& is that just the same
as giving up?
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