Asche

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

open my palms bare my breast
please don't give me time to think
       you were all empty bottles
hope to hear your cry, mewling babe,
tomorrow morning when you wake

        in the sun    again for the first time

(trust that this fine thread
     won't snap)
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