Saturday, June 13, 2009

Here. Again.

Here. Again.
This time, the space inbetween my lungs don't leak...
It pours.
It pours clear and glistens alabaster.
Towards you.
For you.
No need for mending.
Just the need for you to see the wisps of me.

~Poem

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