Sunday, November 29, 2009

Little Sparrow

I look at porcelain dolls
and wonder what its like
to break so easily
without a broken heart
i hide away my thoughts
in an old matchbox
longings kept on a leash
sea lion kept from the sea
it's too warm to fall asleep
so i pull back these sheets
little wet tears late at night
cleanse me of every fight
little sparrow still in the womb
doesn't know the world and how cruel...

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