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January 17, 2012 at 1:33 am | Posted in Tag! | Leave a commentTags: eternity
Room
There are houses that
we live in. Bags of
bones and promise rivers
want
to wash away. There is
time, less left
to play with. Voices,
fingerprints and hearts
to throw. There are newborn
dreams to rock, mayflies
to catch and chase
with mirrors, Space
can’t help
but learn to fit
the way
We fill.
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