in the summer we just left
it is the sound you let fall over my wounds
that carves holes in the summer we just left
now when the night sparkles like stolen encounters
and you are drawing close to my covered nakedness
- so I speek to confined spaces
were reason finds its law
as the field voles seek shelter in winter
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-25 at 08:46
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