Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Here's the Weirdest Part:
On your way to happiness,
stop by.
Focus the sunlight
into a single point
in the starstruck,
fallen ashes
on the tar.
Singe a spot
that I can smile at
when I look down.
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