Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Scribble
My feet are both misused and broken by a hundred miles of road
My back is blistered by the radiation of a naked sun
My hands are twisted and ungainly, tangled in the sailors' line
My heart is frozen and unmoving from a former lover's scold
Yet I push on, I keep on moving, for there's nothing else to do.
My back is blistered by the radiation of a naked sun
My hands are twisted and ungainly, tangled in the sailors' line
My heart is frozen and unmoving from a former lover's scold
Yet I push on, I keep on moving, for there's nothing else to do.
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