1. 20:00 25th Feb 2012

    Notes: 21

    Tags: poetry

    most days are just
    minutes passing,
    voices interleaved
    with the soft
    fabric of time
    (falling)
    black curtains
    adorn musty old rooms,
    with hardwood
    floors that talk loudly.
    derisively,
    eventually it all
    comes apart

     
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