The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Descendants of Centum Languages
Tears painted my cheek
and then your shoulder
as we listened to the wind
rap against the glass,
repeatedly, begging to come in.
Aleathia Drehmer 2010
Published by Decompression 12/10
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