W19A Poem by Kyle SPOne window to hang the hope. Two windows to taste the floor. Three windows to drag the dream. Four windows to lose your way. Five windows to stay afloat. Six windows to weigh the truth. Seven windows to sink the burn. Eight windows to feel the same. Nine windows to stalk the girl. Ten windows to grow the shame. Eleven windows to hate the earth. Twelve windows to fall away. Thirteen windows to be hurt the young. Fourteen windows to ready the wound. Sixteen windows to fall asleep. Seventeen windows to tell the tale. Eighteen windows to trick the sea. Nineteen windows to bury me. © 2012 Kyle SP |
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