Sunday, December 4, 2011

my bed


at my
fingertips.


the warmth 
of this 
home 
brings
forth comfort.


under the
overpass


you lay.


the frigidness
of this 
night
brings
forth distress.


this home
is not
ours.


this home
is not
your
final stop.


rejoice.

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