Sunday, March 28, 2010

Crushing

Bend over.
Normal.
Shaped as if I was falling.
Above ground
Pushed six feet under,
Thirst wave.

I sensed it for some time.
I get few points for crushing,
So I silently want you.

Normal.
Weird.
Waiting.
I can’t see myself looking.
Burden spinning.

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