Monday, January 12, 2009
Over the fence 0
In this night I've laid my head
across the grass
skin slid my face touched the cold blades
bent my back arched
neck, muscled tensed up
eyes closed.
It's only flesh,
I've fallen.
It's only flesh,
I've come to know.
across the grass
skin slid my face touched the cold blades
bent my back arched
neck, muscled tensed up
eyes closed.
It's only flesh,
I've fallen.
It's only flesh,
I've come to know.
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