You're So Lame

lean against loneliness /
put your back into it

the sights are the sounds
and the memories that were
lost in the hum of crickets
singing violent hymns all
through the moisture of
moonlight

a touch against your cheek
the hand on your strong back
and
a million miles left to
travel

what are you going to say ?

what are you going to be today ?

i have counted every single day
since that one simple...


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