Thursday, December 25, 2014

The First Degree Of Dislocation

sheets of cold october rain race across newly paved streets
washing away tiny multi-colored fragments of my soul
as the water rushes to it's certain destination
one truth smashes against my nearly drowned emotions
i am nothing without you
i am nothing without you
i am nothing without you
i am nothing without you
i am nothing without you
i am nothing without you
i am nothing without you

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