Friday, January 22, 2010

scribbles from another page

Strange Arrangement


We Walk Among Each Other Like The Strangers We Are


I'm Sane And I'm The Same


An Emptiness You Can't Abide


The Tides In Your Eyes


Our lips once drank freely
from this bottle.
We guzzled
and drank it dry.
Empty,
it gathers dust
in the corner of the room.
A night left behind.

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