ramblings
Friday, January 28, 2011
foreheads forethought
two thin lines
balanced on skin
freckled flesh
pressed like tin
glancing blows
added up
lie like whiskey
in a cup
worlds held
upon broken heads
as twisted ankles
kick the dead
when did worries
get so hard
that they now leave little
paper thin scars?
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