The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might so I'm waiting and staying awake.
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep.
make no protest as you go.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Posted by audiblesilence at 10:10 AM
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