Strangesparatik

by killedsparatik   Mar 19, 2005


Walking down a street with a boy who has no bones such lament
who cares to say
no care for comments

talking on a phone thats been disconnected for years
who talks for days
and dies there

running down the street to catch a boy,

but being disconnected from his body
his bones call me on phones
that never ring,

disconnected
for years.
I'll die there
i fear.

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