Sunday, September 9, 2012

Craving



September 9, 2012

#4 Craving

Whistle past my tangible, I long to be there.
Yes and sometimes I beg for those streets, those shops,
there’s a restlessness in my bones, I shiver out of my lungs,
I need to grab a light worm, a speed worm, please
take me to your home, the photographic comfort.

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