bit my lip this morning.
blood seeped between my lips
as i stared at the wine stain on the couch.
sitting with a book
but staring at the wall.
found my center
between the ceiling and the sky
in the denseness of this afternoon
face up outside----
the fog hasn't lifted
lying steady in the trees.
now i feel it more than ever
and i still can't see your face.














Devious Comments
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hats in tents.
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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hats in tents.
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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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hats in tents.
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