there is no other feeling
like stone-cold loneliness
a bundled-grasp of fingers
around that tender beatings
what bruised hearts do
more than pumping blood —
attempting a release
that grasp of desolation
upon life’s countryside
:: 04-15-2014 ::
there is no other feeling
like stone-cold loneliness
a bundled-grasp of fingers
around that tender beatings
what bruised hearts do
more than pumping blood —
attempting a release
that grasp of desolation
upon life’s countryside
:: 04-15-2014 ::
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