p.l. williams

you are here*
2002-04-19 20:54:20 (UTC)

the salt of it all

under the covers
holding hands with histories
best left forgoten
folly for fun
sore eyes warm in afternoon
sunburn
the holes let it all fall out
this time
you win
this time
later
you loose yourself
in a maze with low walls
not scaling like once before
not anymore
not like you used to
now- swimming in puddles
now- better than later
now- before next
its quite apparent
your complex benevolence
is a mirage
you think like a reptile




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