Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Well So

tar thick stands your ego tall, so
I can slip by unnoticed well so,
what if gravity piles on my head
till all falls, my glance cast below
the shadows on brick walls so low
tied laces undone stretch and grow
roam the paving; fitting I know
for my stow of killing feeling slow
you hold the bow willing, your shadow
loads the arrow and aims well so

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