Saturday, January 15, 2005
Night Stand
The shadow of the moon
faintly slides through
tainted glass windows—
creates ripples of vague
lines that serenely rest
across the room.
In this darkness,
our naked voices
speak of nothing
but of nameless faces
and forgotten promises.
PSHS, 3:00 pm
(01/14/05)
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