we drank so much the stars
crossed before our eyes
whispered sweet-nothings
and disappeared
we woke to traffic
criss-crossing the sky
blaring monotones
and insisted
we rise and face
the crusted mid-day
nagging sensibility
and waited
we hid so the dusk
kissed our conscience
soothing sins
and repeated.
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
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