You beat leeches against the ground
As I
Stretched glowing spirits in their gravesites.
We seduce heavy bones in the night.
These luminous impressions under the mist,
Dark and dazzling near the fog,
You converse with murky hands above the slime,
Bright under their gravesites.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
March 28th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 3:05 AM
Labels: dreams, photography, poem, relationships
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