Untitled

Untitled
August 22 2005 at 11:20 PM sespy


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my hummming
feels pure like
doves
softly buzzing in my throat
beating wings of hope

weaving in and out of the shadowy
trees
and insecurities
born in new colors
while i sleep

my cold legs hang idle
like the bony ice in my
cup
that rattles

i cant wait for the warm golden
morning
that will find me
ever sad
as i feel the old
growing

ivy tangles my feet

and drags along behind
whispering