the sieve and the sand

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boob

slaves to the boob (take II)

poetry

we once thought ourselves to be
but now its only you,
liberating me,
allowing me to return
to the sleep i once enjoyed
while you, alone with your fear,
go about your bondage,
sobbing softly in the dark,
watching reruns
of shows now long dead,
looking to the future
and hopes of what lies ahead.

February 10, 2010February 10, 2010 Jared Abraham Tagged boob 1 Comment
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