Pit Stop
Eyes bubble as whispers slip through ether
Busy life sits on hold impatiently
Let it dammit
The loss of friends in shadow net
Is plucking heartstrings
Scraping nerves
Reality can wait
I need
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008
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