poetics
Friday, April 15, 2011
The rest
I was choking on these wishes
Wrapped in the smoke of a fire that burned too high
Like venus's sky
I'll never find my way out of this black hole sinking
But now I'm breathing deep again
What's gone is decomposed
I can't go back in that direction
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