Tidal Theory
Fleeting; in the long faced eveningA cockroach rattles between cracks
Searching for perfume
On a curling path, if drawn in with
Needle tip, resembles the unraveling
Of hair pushed against
The embankment of shears; a sullen
Thread to lower the hollow stones in
Your pounding chest.
Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2008-02-17 at 04:20
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