the reason we don't wake up
_-_-_-_i can't seem to find
the question to your answer
the pounding of your veins
next to my head
makes it too hard to hear
my own thoughts
and in the evening
when we drink our tea
the sugar turns to salt
and you confess it was all
intentional
_-_-_-_
Poetry by summerbreeze
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 00:13
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