he was the sort of person
who chased
loose flyers down the road
hoping for a lost letter
some lover must have wrote
he was the sort of person
who could not
sleep with an IV drip
dug deep into his arm
he could not move
or run away
from nightmares
that
were not his.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
he was the sort of person
who chased
loose flyers down the road
hoping for a lost letter
some lover must have wrote
he was the sort of person
who could not
sleep with an IV drip
dug deep into his arm
he could not move
or run away
from nightmares
that
were not his.
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