Tracing the lines of the curb with my fingertips
Anticipation is the only thing that keeps me
From becoming wholly numb
The calloused stroke of cold cement
Through tights that run
Back seamed,
If you can grasp what I mean
Tired and tried, I won't sleep this time.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Follow Your Dreams
at 10:23 PM
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