Friday, July 12, 2013


are not exactly how
we might imagine
they are stickier
mired in long forgotten
garbage filled with desolation
futility with a dash of venom
they are the courage of the few
with nothing to give
nothing to lose
they are a slow moving escapade
from the clinging branch
which is the last resort
between you and the void
the glue, the unravelling
the stillness and the wind

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