...and watches the ships.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
when you leave me, the bed is empty.
"Small (Untitled 13)"
your one canine
pokes up when you
smile
your hair perks up
when wet, brows up
and i'm finding it hard to
your voice
soft and slow
i'm smothering
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