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always with a line in my head
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
40 W - 401 N
when i was driving
the sky was so wide
i felt like a child
being tucked into bed.
royal purple and gray
like feathers in down.
i felt smaller than the breaths
that i could hear from my mouth.
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Anonymous said...
this is such a tender little poem
like a feather.
July 2, 2008 at 9:39 PM
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1 comment:
this is such a tender little poem
like a feather.
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