donderdag 5 januari 2012

stick
with me
for hours,
days

as you

we come
near finish lines,
unnoticed,
we'll let go

of woods
and what was in it.
tall stories
rusted trains
and leaves
to kick
unbroken

i come to
your shelter
to fleet

i crawl up
between fires
miss them
haunted words
and smokes,
forsaken
in these lands.

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