Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Monday, January 25th


  • The knobby fingers click
    furiously,
    bathed in the soft blue glow
    of possibility.

  • The fog rolled
    across the asphalt
    engulfing the trees
    and cars as it
    moved.

  • The undeniable
    daydreams
    of
    leaving.

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