Posted by: pcloeb on: 09/08/2009
I stand tipped on my toes, swaying in time
to the signals you leave behind you,
with me, behind you.
I stand at the highest point in every city in an attempt
to hear you more clearly. You leave
a trail of sounds like sounds of
rain on my roof in spring, like crows announcing their heists, like waves
smashing against the [...]
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