Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Shoot
Drop your breath
and we'll watch it
pour into pearls
of glass. I can't
fall past your hands,
your shoulders,
your eyes in half-
lighted doorways.
Don't slip into
themes, like I do.
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