Feb 04, 2004 15:58
my palms
pressed up against the glass again.
i stand waiting for solace.
february eleventh,
your deadline
is approaching you
like an artillery man
with his bayonet pointing
towards at your face.
arduously running up a hill
that you have set before you.
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