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drunk
the night sky is so and so
the winds blow
streetlights break the dark
more than they need to
face is more anatomical than expressional
I still rub the soles of my bare feet
together before I get into bed
as I did in jail
Published 21st Sep 2013
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22nd Sep 2013 6:45am
22nd Sep 2013 2:29pm
Anonymous
22nd Sep 2013 7:32am
This is crisp, like a blast of cold air beneath a clear sky. It stung a bit.
22nd Sep 2013 2:31pm
23rd Sep 2013 00:51am
I feel the crisp for sure
but it gets cold for me
in an interesting way.... creeps me out a bit with its starkness and blunt observations, but I am not easily creeped out, so I do certainly respect and respond to it
but it gets cold for me
in an interesting way.... creeps me out a bit with its starkness and blunt observations, but I am not easily creeped out, so I do certainly respect and respond to it
24th Sep 2013 5:39pm
I think I wrote it with quite a robotic sense; not wanting to romance a single thing. Sometimes, I've noticed, an objective approach can be extremely stirring. Purely for that reason, I suppose.
Cheers for your thoughts, man.
Cheers for your thoughts, man.
