1. 17:00 19th Feb 2012

    Notes: 11

    Tags: poetryspilled ink

    itis

    even leaves
    fall from time
    to time. we catch
    red and orange
    like hearty meals
    to lower lids and
    occupy vacant
    rooms. warm fires
    lap at toes to
    lead heavy
    limbs to
    satisfying slumber 

     
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