Friday, May 27, 2011

Wake child
Walk in your velvet slippers
Through the tolling of the morning
Separate
The webs of every second
With fresh-shed finger nails
Slip inside
The creaking closets
Where shattered feelings hide and die
Wrap around you
Every fleeting wish
Every evaporating sigh

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