Monday, May 30, 2011

7.
Dog-eared pages read
Like ransom notes for
Borrowed glimpses of
A land that could have
Been but never got
A chance to breathe.

Life garroted us,
Burdens choked us from
Behind until we
Rose like zombies and
Trudged silently in
Lazy circles.

Neither of us moved at all.

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