Contraption
Monday, April 25, 2011
Can You Find Me?
Perspiration, it was all over.
Shadows, along the ridge.
The room, already to bed.
He sighed quietly, she had gone.
Swore to himself, as if to keep a chance
To be right, but uninterested in the trouble.
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