vital signs of a stray mind
my space, my salad bowl, my punch-bag, my foosball, my coffee, my pillow
Sunday, October 12, 2008
ѕтσяму ∂яιzzℓє
it rains
drops too heavy
to sink into the sand
falling painfully slow
letting every atom of water
hit hard
around me
without an iota of a droplet
on my skin
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