Sephyrus
A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Leaning
He spies through glass covered
keyboards, through
snowy windows
with broken
locks.
He
asks for
simple things,
like words strung by
form and aloe on the rocks.
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