there was love and cost
pleasure and frost
there were accidents
at which point did it switch?
the cloud’s echo meant
and lingered
bent and fingered
beckoning to dissolve
I had no way of knowing
how could I have?
that the first drops
each matched by a tear
would reveal
it was all a dream
I convinced myself to believe
#tinylittlepieces 2011
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 10:20 PM UTC
there was love and cost
pleasure and frost
there were accidents
at which point did it switch?
the cloud’s echo meant
and lingered
bent and fingered
beckoning to dissolve
I had no way of knowing
how could I have?
that the first drops
each matched by a tear
would reveal
it was all a dream
I convinced myself to believe
#tinylittlepieces 2011
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