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Sep 2013
Indiscreetly

sitting
above the
window watching

you step
out
under cover of

trees leaves
allows a deep breath
loose through my lips
knowing
i may
now have my chance

to make it
on my own.

Curtains roll back
his face exposed
readily
insinuating
sober
truths
of theories
polished by
her hand
every word
reconstructed

With striking
appeal
letting anyone
knots tighten with
endless
need for more.
A friend and I pick a theme to write every two weeks - his was "I saw you talkin' to Christopher Walken" - this was my perception. May not make any sense, but it isn't necessarily supposed to I guess. Enjoy.
Khrystle Rea
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Khrystle Rea
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