Monday, April 20, 2009
Dead in a Bed
It sounds of nothing,
holding hands (that is)
in a wood cabin all day.
Your mind has long drifted
in a search for the gold
that was yesterday.
You feel the walls shake from the door slam.
You don't know who is going through,
or when you do.
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