My Poetic Perspective
Sunday, February 20, 2011
and they all come
I can know this moment
with all its disarray of color
with all its malady
and sting
the digging and
piling again
emotions bought
and born
if these walls break
how much more
can my heart
burst into a fluid exiting
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