the dot
easter morninginside,
next to my bed lay my trusty rope.
stained from the day before,
strands of hair interwound.
plaged by the thoughts of yesterday turning circles behind my eyes,
tomorow never comes too soon...
Poetry by bob sherry
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Written on 2011-04-10 at 11:17
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