Saturday, November 7, 2009

summer storm

hidden in your wolves veto, unplugged,
somber, sullen, shrewd, uncover my feet,
bathes in your milky eggshells, honey for your midnight,
all i did was open up a bottle of mistakes,
it's a joke, i told you tomorrow would be hot,
call off your whimpering welcomes, wake into a wet weaknesses,
the sun breaks my windows breach, sounds like winter,
breeze through your draws, i learnt your way to walk,
you still look like a fool to me.

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