Monday, August 2, 2010

Rolling Joints

Sometimes she waits in the night
Her mirror’s shadows saltant
And taunting until it’s bright
The bravado of her sound
In the walls
Which amplify her laughter
Or when she pauses for the swell
Of her sadness
Carpets catching her tears
Fears blanketed by the sweet haze
But all is blurred for him outside her window pane

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