Thursday, August 27, 2015

looking for words to give a friend but there are only ink trails
Time Thyme waiting for the flavour of life to return
"Bless you", I say and turn away. There is no comfort
I understand the inner winter and the toothache of the soul
and wanting it ripped from your head and words herbs seasoning winter

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