Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tuesday, April 16th

  • Swerving through
    the glistening endlessness,
    gliding past
    the neverending corruption,

    innocence.

  • Joy floods
    the heart,
    and spills
    from the
    eyes.

  • Dustbowls swirl
    to the beat
    of electric shock
    & numbed patrons.

  • The longing
    of non existent goodbyes
    clicking down
    catching in your throat
    aching for words.

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