a poem every day (or something close to that)
Monday, August 23, 2010
such a sad climax
heart not just broken,
but shredded up the spine of the story
cracked throat
wound to a dry silence
not every story lifts the voice
this endgame is a miser of sounds
swift movements auction off the possibility of tears.
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