Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Thursday, January 13, 2011
her name was
war torn skies of butternut orange
and regal purples
fall like silt
-ethereal, misty
they find homes with us
filling voids of
lost pets
loneliness
lazy love
but when it all comes down to it
it wasn't enough
alone is how we
are.
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