Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Hairline Fracture Between [February 2nd | 33/365]

Your shouts like flickering lightbulb inside a fistful of steam
The street could have been empty like the skittering tip of a flame
But it was full of life like a cover of leaves on a forest bottom
And my words blew about in the wind like pollen on a spring day

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