Thursday, June 16, 2011

Day 697: airports

stick like sweat on the back of your neck
like the ground is falling beneath them
this place
wreaks of mistakes
and secrets
and people running
running back and away
from someone they loved
a place they couldn't stay
couldnt make
things work
so someone had to break
these grounds
are built this way
to hold the weight of men
who have forgotten
how to stay

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