Wednesday, 8 May 2013

Through the Highest Window

Watching the Hailstones from up high
A twitching left cheek
Should i be calm or alarmed?
Sleep bestows upon me
Insomnia from the previous night
Some sort of foreshadow?
Almonds and craving for sugar

Outside the downpour gets heavy
High heels and attitude flashbacks
C'est la vie as
One more matchstick falls down...

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