Monday, July 29, 2013

82. Withering Things

I guess my thoughts fell
and died before reaching the shores
of your field of vision

and I guess my voice withered before
it got within earshot, close
enough for you to hear them

and I guess everything just sort of
ended and faded when I
tried to place it before you because you

had no need for any of it.

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