Comfort
what is left
trap doors
shaded rooms
misty minds
contemplation
introspection
laughing at miscommunication
staring at strangers
lovely pools of muddied losses
pulling up from downs
pulling down from ups.
and trying to make sense of heavy dreams
and confused reading...
in between the lines.
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 10, 1995.
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