not my shoes

Jan 17, 2005 21:10

frozen window panes
closed eyes
open minds

alongside a river
floats a dream

fresh coffee
racoon eyes
tears gone bad

warmth under my covers
silence in my noise

avert your stare
evident beauty is not beheld
shameless in our hate
lost in our fear

close the door
close the door
close the door
and let me out
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