dope deliverance
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
shift
Candle fire tepid,
light it shines, a weapon.
Brink of brightness, breathless.
Soft, the warmth, it's gifted,
wishin' autumn distant.
Hush-ed hymns unhinge him.
Heavy-handed eyelids
beg to grasp the iris.
Sleep is stolen, silent
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