Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Periphery

I never made anything
Of the debris you let collect
In a deserted apartment.

One that was once shared and streamed a live dream...

Company entered to join us at a table
Witnessing our flawless love.

Until the day we let out the dove
To rescue a piece of existence
After our wretched flood.

Her wings never flew back home.

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