Dusty
By joe_quinn
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
- 522 reads
each word
paints the faces
a little redder
big as gods
pushing me out of heaven
why does she cry?
why does he scream?
I lose myself in words
curled in the bends of letters
don't read between the lines
it's just emptiness
pull the dust jacket
tight against the cold
walk on down that road
towards talking animals
away from screaming animals
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