Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Teardrop shatters
At the speed of sound
Composure scatters
Like leaves in the wind
Left alone
Your hollow heart
Migrating
To the lump in your throat.
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