senseless
July 27, 2007
gargamel
crisp white and unscented paper
crumpled and binned
an idea swirling, wrestling to get away
a yearning clouding, fresh cotton sheets
on a cold winter day, never ending
and silence
like a drop of fresh rain
thirsty as
thorny roses
can be.
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