"No time is ever enough time,"
he says.
"Perhaps..." She began, her lips parting to let out a harmless sigh
"I do like having you in my mind." She breathes
then inhales the stale morning dew
clutching to the grass,
just a,
a little too early.
And a little too late.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
NothingReals&SomethingOlds
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2 comments:
Why don't you post this?
it was half a story i wrote in my beat-up notebook.
now i guess it's not so bad as i had thought it was.
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