Thursday, March 8, 2012

So, I'm on the train going to work, looking out the window, and these words came into Mai head.
A fun lil poem that prolly follows no rules of poemdom.

"Night falls rapidly among loosely based morals, fingers touch emotions like feathers, does time exist within these four walls?"

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