I have been calling,
calling to you from silence
broken winged as if
I was the bird hit
the window that hard, stupid
now for the impact,
never to fly, not
anymore, sorry
for you locked away in that
house of gray gray pain.
September 12, 2010 4:09 AM
Hurry
4 days ago
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.