Nothing....

by Cellina Rodriguez   Jul 9, 2008


Tis morning
shallow mist against our wither cheeks
nothing more
nothing less
like a dream that we dare to mourn
over quarrel and quarrel
where no soul rests
here we lay with our chests slashed
here and there
there and here
nothing more than a dream
nothing less then me

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