cold ground, bare feet
uphill, concrete
closed eyes, held breath
arms wrapped, meaningless.
rhymes that wouldn't fit the stanza
you're set to target, i'm a tangent.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
cold ground, bare feet
uphill, concrete
closed eyes, held breath
arms wrapped, meaningless.
rhymes that wouldn't fit the stanza
you're set to target, i'm a tangent.
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