Crack
By miss-tree
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 849 reads
air aches
a cracked bone
movement grates
I am still as a snowman
shaped by others' hands
silt of light, soft
as ghost of smiles
on frost knuckled earth
We walked this path
rain drenched
each footstep sucked
in french kisses
I miss you too much
Something I never knew lived
dies every second away
from your eyes
I will come
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