chalk trace
Monday, September 13, 2010
w
write
write
write
how words slipped away
collapsing
times cavern
I miss your voice
and using mine
I am crowned with grandma's oxidised silver
red lips
wearing expectation
I miss bearing frailty
amorphous
who is I
waiting
a self
who does not come
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