Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Revo

Sweeping.

Can you find meaning in this? 
There can be no other recourse; 
For every action, the consequences are sweeping;
For every feeling misunderstood, there is a place for them to be swept;
For my shaking hand, my caffeinated mind, my quivering lip, 
There is a place. 

I wander in a daze. 

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