HOPE AND HOMEMADE WAFFLES
Saturday, May 25, 2013
before we were dark
spent light
shadow
(shrouds)
wet
with dripping shades of blue
(of you)
lost
to searching crowds
pretending
to be night
silent
shapeless
(proud)
dreaming
of voices caste in air
echoes
of watered walls
that
caress
and hold you now
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