a coatroom
there are hooks where your words go
they’re hung every two of four synapses
and when the coats are missing
they shift and snag
on nerves and loneliness
where are your kinder syllables
and why don’t they mind
a lacking or longing
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
a coatroom
there are hooks where your words go
they’re hung every two of four synapses
and when the coats are missing
they shift and snag
on nerves and loneliness
where are your kinder syllables
and why don’t they mind
a lacking or longing
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