daily minutia
Friday, January 23, 2015
friday
in the bright eaves
or her mind midway
on a journey to
herself
she confesses
to stingy silence
and breaking hearts
of lonely poets
fleeing their tiny
verses
veins embossed
on crumbling
papery skin
kiss
me
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