Friday, August 9, 2013

Her suspicion was all you could dream

Remove items from mind and sink in
to hammock     it is sad/breathes you in
and out of itself like it is alive
in that hurtplace, drink from the
cold glass bottle your heart
is a great engine
pulling you into
dreams of her,
                                      sink in
to that time her beloved strings went missing
you dont play/you loved her/you didn't have keys
but all she could do was fear you,
but still, she was all you could dream for yourself

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