So, Beneath Flying Darts
So, beneath flying darts
You are low on my floor
Cutting at meaningless pieces of paper
Which your eyes can’t discern
Until your picture hops the train
Headed on a midnight ride
To my door
A corrupt collision
Oh, how I love stowaways
Copyright © Ashley Daly | Year Posted 2005
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