Thursday, February 11, 2016

fragments

through the glass there were a thicker frame of glasses

inside the booth stood a lone woodstock 

it feels like I heard a shattered glass when I first saw you

that would be the sfx

neutral, nothing in between




you may look undefinable

like time never ticked since you've decided

until I notice your hands and fingers

they told me stories

in a glimpse

I forgot how it took place

I did not have your hand held





I stood as I ponder

your secrets and dark fables

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