i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me
the ones who are most alive
seem the most still
behind the milky way
a shadow dances
our gaze climbs toward the stars
Showing posts with label The morning of the world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The morning of the world. Show all posts
Thursday, May 21, 2015
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