Monday, November 2, 2009


A calm like a life
a home like a hat
a cell in the mouth
a ticket to last

A pocket like dreams
a joining of wind
a second hand kiss
a moment of skin

A letter in red
a blanket for lies
a favor for trust
this impossible height

Wake me up
Wake me up

A friendship erased
a guilt, my guilt
not yet faced

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