BottlesA Poem by Liz
I am shaken from sleep
By the sounds of Breaking. I stumble in the Dark To find him, Shattered as his Bottles. He is gone, Into a state of Freedom and Bliss. He is so free, In fact, That he won't even Hear me when I ask, "Is it 'Whenever you want,' Yet?"
© 2010 LizAuthor's Note
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