look for me
in the incandescent
noise of the
rush hour crowd
hear me
in the scent
of whistling teapots
and unfinished books
find me
in unwritten words
and silenced thoughts
sink into my mind
and weigh down my
battered eyelids
sleep
visit me soon
for I fear
it may be
too late
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
look for me
in the incandescent
noise of the
rush hour crowd
hear me
in the scent
of whistling teapots
and unfinished books
find me
in unwritten words
and silenced thoughts
sink into my mind
and weigh down my
battered eyelids
sleep
visit me soon
for I fear
it may be
too late
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