some years ago
we would wait
at the bus stop
in the cold
and the snow
and when it would come
I would feel lucky
to sit next to somebody
and imagine tangible
the warmth
they shared me.
then I would sit
in the library
and stare out
into the white,
close my eyes
and wish
that i might die.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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Walk straight ahead. In a perpendicular line. You will find your answer there.
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