Sure
by Jason T. Kocher April 25th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »
The smell of rust flavored grass sand not yet glass A dew through hair moved by dubbed wind matching my musk Bare knees absent mind unkempt thoughts not kept Two eyes look back miss each other and keep going We are All Right.
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