my fat feet
always fumble
along fine lines
flat on my face
is where I find
myself
falling
forward
toward
an end of times
like frozen mimes
motionless
emotions kiss
my warmth
goodbye
a peaceful panic
a fear so frantic
of being left
behind
Monday, November 9, 2009
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I love that I feel like I'm falling with you. Brilliant alliteration.
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