Forty Two Winters
We are hemisphered shadows eclipsing the whole. Ghosts after infinity.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Summer
This summer is so bloody hot,
Roasting me completely.
Not just my sun-burnt skin,
See also my parched soul,
Hear my hoarse helplessness.
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