Naps like maps across twin cities--
finding fingers&hands like missing suburbs.
I want to find myself in the rubble,
let me crawl back to the surface,
I can't fall if I'm sleeping in the ashes.
I can't sleep with my shoes on.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Posted by Brookeworm at 10:38 PM
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