Wednesday, May 15, 2013


I am wicked
and you are wet 
and we can never be

I am sorrow, wicked,
worn and tossed

I am dry and dust
clings, and you
are draft drinking

I dream of you in drops.
I close my eyes and see
you pool
around my heart.

I am broken, wicked,
worn and battle-scarred
to prove

I don't need you,

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