Tuesday, May 17, 2011

16.

the concrete's cold
down here
loose pebbles dig
into my skin
into my elbows
as i lean
in and whisper
strong to you
hold on to truth
we're more than
the dirt we lie
in to prove
we're higher
than something
we can stand in
our suffering
we have a
whole world
to move
to its edges we'll run
broken into one
love will carry us
home

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