Wednesday, April 26, 2017

LINE OF NOWHERE

Chained and helpless
slapped threatened.
Something had happened.
Keep to your story. Move things along.

A figure slip inside.
Keep a lid on the burst of hope
I am in pieces.

I follow into a line of nowhere.


(Sometimes i try things, that don't get along. I keep it that way. Maybe an other time).

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