Four In The Morning
Poetry, Prose, Insanity, Calamity.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
For The Road
More than the talks
And uncertain requests
The prideful demands
And intimate tests
What I miss
Is your breath
Sweet, as you slept
Cradled in dreams
And my soul, finally clean
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