This entry was posted on Tuesday, February 24th, 2009 at 21:57 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
nothingness
I won. You lost. We lost. The rules are unclear and I fear / what lies between the lines (beneath the sheets). Now it’s / Spring and you’ve sprung, back to your old life, your old shape, / my fingertip imprints eroding from the mold of your skin
-
Recent Comments
joyce on Mug julian on Previous Post lynette on Previous Post julian on Previous Post lynette on Previous Post
