stare down at the skyline:
at shapes cut out of space.
eyes for a mind torn out of time;
missing the mark by design
and leaving no trace.


so push me back and drag me in:
less my depth and inked up blue.
pulled like wire across a sea;
with acetaminophen
for memories of you.

12/09/2014

Posted on 12/09/2014
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