Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Untitled(stars vs Galaxies)


Each morning
I take inventory
Of the pavements I chase
Account for each bruise
Each scar
Each blackened eye
The corners are sharp
And not
for the faint hearted
The nights long
And very lonely
Comforted only
By the piercing
Of the morning sun
And the warmth it brings.

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