Sunday, September 23, 2012

Autumn Ghost Plea

This is our time, come
Lay your head on gray stones
A flirtatious pillow, but not your own
Just try it on for a while
Forget the color blue
Let hollowed experience, twisting nothingness through
This is our season, bear
Down on gelded ground
You'll be significant then as you are meaningless now

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