27 February 2012

untitled 12292011115, revision No. 2

Thumb jammed deep into her eye
Bedclothes stain with blindness

She’s over the pain with the snap of a finger
You open your eyes, you've inflicted love 

She shows a glimmer of affection
She is tired, you are tired

You’re permitted beside
In darkness the wound inflicts a wound

In your mind you are kind.

[original] [revision no. 1]

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