a poem every day (or something close to that)
Saturday, December 11, 2010
unravels
Stuck on my sinking bedsheets
I succumb to a broken gravity
let the sleep pull me down.
When I rise my center scuttles away
and I am dancing lopsided
in a many-mirrored room.
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Anonymous
December 12, 2010 at 10:38 AM
well put.
keep writing..
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well put.
ReplyDeletekeep writing..
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