gbv
with the curtain drawn thin
with a tilt to the glass
a carved heart in hand
ring counting the past
the cloud above guided
by the faceless black
all guesses collided
all fiction fact
eyes pushed against lids
a gasp hands claw
lungs move to fits
nerves spin then fall
of all time
appreciate
the nature
of my world
posted by fillshe @ 10:09 PM
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