Saturday, May 8, 2010

Daily Outliers

There are mornings when the sun rises
but I set. I know I'm not ready yet
to forget, or let the day be wasted
on a wretch like me.

There are evenings when I lose
myself in the stars.  The darkness
revealing all your lost charms; I'm
so comfortable I forget to bear
arms against these thieves.

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