Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Sadness' sleepless measured tread
Musts a run to stay ahead
Wandering feet on wearied legs
Heavy hearted hooded head
Only movement keeps me dead.
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