Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Somewhere In Between


somewhere in between
the sparkling pink bones
of our delicate existence
there is a connective, collective,
clear pool of subconsciousness
and in that space...
simplicity sits complacently
in silence and dust
that is the secret

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