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.
donderdag 5 januari 2012
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