Sweet Onion Grass
Sunday, November 14, 2010
When i think of you
i feel a weight
forcing me down to ground
i wait
for gravity to loosen its grip
but your name like stones
sitting in the bottom of my
stomack
pulls me ever towards an
impatient bedrock
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