Blank
my eyes are blank
your heart stank
but i snorted it all up
anyway-- i can't see
in the dark (much blind)
yet i still seem to
find my way where i
need to go. emotion is
archaic, etched in stone
covered in moss- i am
alone, at a loss for
de(fenced in, tangled
in the vines of a past
unsurpassed).
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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