grins remain where all faces
gone grinding bone dust
between their teeth
that drips
off
fills the
hour glass
and keeps running down...
.
with much left to fall in
a cheshire point of view
while you walk in and out
becoming my face of time
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The Journals of Wild Poets
| remaining grins |
| Journals - mcberry |
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Written by M.C. Bertram |
| Wednesday, 08 September 2010 10:26 |
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grins remain where all faces gone grinding bone dust between their teeth that drips off fills the hour glass and keeps running down... . with much left to fall in a cheshire point of view while you walk in and out becoming my face of time |
