Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Not another wounded street
Or an end that cannot meet
Just the passing of time
In the other lane
Just the fractures of mine
Lying in the way.
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