Archive for January, 2014


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Each night I hear the blare

of your horn, the rumble

of your weight, heavy like a snore

habitual in the darkness; but

if one evening, the din vanished

 I would miss the thought of you

lumbering along the stillness, colliding

into the silent drift of my dreams

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Always wanted to please

but please don’t take

all of me, leave

something to me

that leaves me someone

who still wants to please