Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Words slip
Like a roof after rain
And I, a moment between
Footing and falling
Hang
In the plausible deniability
Of your smile.
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