breaking the law breaking the law

poetry

i have a warm bed
but my feet hang off the edge
sometimes i hear the distance cry
like some tainted lullaby
and it hurts.

i’m at a train station
playing tug-of-war with impatience
sometimes i hear it coming
but it’s probably just storming
and it hurts.

December 13th, 2007 at 02:23:06 PM

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