The moon sits high one starless night
Its yellow glimmer fills the room
Why do i lay here with scathed arms
And tearful eyes, and cracking bones?
My eyes behold these vertical lines
that seem to make no sense at all
I cannot go any lower than this
I lay here helpless across the floor
Vertical Lines
Posted by
sam
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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