good to know i did not die
yesterday
good to know i'm here
because there's sun
and i wonder what
infection is in my head
that leaks through every
step I take as I
run slowly, slowly
past Christmas decor.
Accursed time moves too fast.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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