Wednesday, 2 November 2011

cold thick air.

House's all aligned on fire,
follow me there.
maybe someday
you too
will rise to the occasion.

A soft embrace
of cold thick air.
Deep cold breaths
inhaled.

A bare scarce road
to afraid to move past
the dead end signs.

I thought
I saw you there
once.

Make sure they know
I believed in you...

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