Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I wish I didn't twist
And knot up every time
Wrap around stray thoughts
Till breathing is too tight
Spare the trust
Hate the sleep.
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