Friday, June 3, 2011
Park Bench
I saw you sitting there in the park
your gut wrenching from some irrational thought
like a severed finger painting inside your stomach
you couldn't make it stop
you couldn't stop thinking about it
you couldn't wish it away
you just had to wait
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