Friday, April 24, 2015

being on the outside looking in
all might not be wearing thin
absorbing every thing around
for us might be simple common ground
desire for catching the tune
written by the cold light of the moon
not comparing but lead on contrast
drift, draft, burst, blast
a  blessing that stumbled years ago
that caught me from my ultimate low
my own heart committed the crime
connections that bleed through veins of time

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