I think of you...I do...
When you're gone.
This wound of glass magnifies the pain...
Breaks away the rain...
Head thrown in fury of weird thoughts
by this coincidence...
Hiding in magnificence.
I bite the days as they were rubber done,
Trying not to fall asleep...
For when the night comes
I know that my slumber is gone...
I would try to explain...
But it's still too plain!
this is soooooooo good. the way the picture and your fab poem work as if partners in art.
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