Sep 10, 2005 13:31
the oceans are the windowsill
you set your elbows on
as you sit inside your bedroom glass
a lonely skeleton
the oceans become one
as you stare through the window pane
bones and ash, regret, brown grass
all get drunk off all this rain
let all concern float downstream
on the rivers of the land
let them pour into the ocean
drop the weight, so you can
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perhaps theyll come in time.
as they do.
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