sanctuary in a reflection
- Oct. 7, 2014, 1:50 a.m.
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- Public
slowly cascading over me one
and then another. they fall and crash and i know
now that i may never
catch my breath, slow drums beating next
to me, will those stained fingertips be my
undoing? or my salvation
another wave hits and i slip in the colours
round and round they're falling
you hear those drums too, don't you
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colojojo ⋅ October 09, 2014