Into stars, and the night sky,
Our conscience floats,
Rubber soled shoes squeak,
As our thoughts speak,
Soliloquy, monologue,
Must say, what a dog,
I have been.
Casting webs,
And drawing graces,
Just to pull her glances.
Into darkness we look,
You dance, I read my book.
Pull my words from out of my head,
Which is better,
The words that are dead?
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siranswerer (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2019 08:00
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Comments1
So thoughtful and well done......
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