4.19.2011
I slept like a mountain
My friends asked me to stay
But there are greater
Needs to tend to
Thoughts and old delays
She looks cold in her caverns
Eyes lost and grey
Though we will never hold her
Our fight breathes hard
Hot and loud
Down ‘til dawn
Filling up like a bottle
Slipping wet through hands
You came to follow
In my darkened experience
Airborne and dismissive
Like a grain of sand
In the massive place
Where we landed
Fallen off the map
Walking through an Indian
Haunted house attraction
One by one
There they relaxed
Talking to strange men
With no interaction
And it felt like
You won
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