firescapes
scraping sway
of drunken
it hurts
flies gather
tiny circles
spiraling
create a sphere
there's something
that i wish to contain
there's some thing
that i often wander around
never successfully capture
eating carpet
midnight left
an hour ago
and her words there
hardened
against the window
'never
come back'
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"there's something
that i wish to contain
there's some thing
that i often wander around
never successfully capture"
Agian. To me that is a poem in itself.
very nice. well done.
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