Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, November 7, 2014
Travel by nighttime
part of a longer piece of work:
If we travel by nighttime,
we'll turn the page on day-light,
my swollen forehead will disappear
the shrapnel over your tongue will not cut you
perhaps it will stop the blood from trickling down your words
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