Shoelaces undone
some have names, but most do not
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Things from a lost diary
It was a sea green bottle
Things kept safe
Half a secret
The longing from my eyes
The one you didn't see
Things that are unleashed
When you come close
Close
Until your breath
Becomes mine
And then
You break every wall
I'd built around myself
All around myself
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