20/1/2015

I can find a piece of solace
In the little steps
In all the hollow victories
And moments of sleep

I speak in riddles
I write poems in reverse
I sing harmonies like dirges
I speak slowly at first
Till you really get to know me
Then I’m a puzzle without a picture
I’m a cloud of uncertainty
Don’t take the time to talk to me
Don’t waste your time on trying to stay

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