Friday, 1 June 2012
six ways
today i'm a desert
my veins are full of sand
my heart is full of smoke
i'm drying from the inside out
hanging in the wind
& no one has been here in a thousand years
i'm scraping by
& thinking too much about
six ways to nothing.
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