Pity-Poet
Pity-Poetry
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Not Home No More
Chatter of clapping feet on rain
Wooden legs yearning trembling dresses
Falling, shattering
His glasses empty
Upon brunette floorboards
Now all the same
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