I hang between hope and the butterfly's move,
counting out my days
in apple cores and coffee grounds.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Waiting
Sometimes I pin my dreams to a possible response that I'm waiting for.
I hang between hope and the butterfly's move,
counting out my days
in apple cores and coffee grounds.
I hang between hope and the butterfly's move,
counting out my days
in apple cores and coffee grounds.
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