2006-05-25
headachelines
You don't have enough hands to carry a tune.
And I hold my ear to the door for hours, listening to sunlight echo in the mailbox. Spiders map a dirty window.
Ice cubes chime in a re-lit glass.
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2006-05-25
headachelines
You don't have enough hands to carry a tune.
And I hold my ear to the door for hours, listening to sunlight echo in the mailbox. Spiders map a dirty window. Ice cubes chime in a re-lit glass. |