Monday, March 2, 2009

Re, gret

My soul hurts, but my feet are sore.
I've tried to paint my life with the colors you've given
but still cannot recall your voice.
Our maroon-lit sunset is now some sepia tone where the letters have left into silence.
I have moved from the closet and back in again.
1006 is never that far.
I hope.
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1 comment:

jmv said...

I don't know exactly what this is about but I like it.

maroon-lit sunset
from the closet and back in again
cannot recall your voice.
yes.

March 3, 2009 at 5:00 PM

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