Language of Essence
from the depths of my being
Friday, May 8, 2015
10/1/14 (Cabaret)
After the show and Elsas,
you lay prostrate on your sisters red couch.
I stare out your window at the window
decorated in shutters across the street.
Many worlds collide
and shatter
and mend.
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