rusted
i wait / right here
open
spout / twisted
rain coming, i wait
for
you
to walk. you come
all / the way
back here, back to me,
stripped
down / to nothing
jaded (turning red)
for me.
as
the oxygen / blurs
my
body will rise up
next to yours
and
realize / finally,
i
can rest.
as
we become
some
thing new...
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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