Crimson Cranes
It is a process, yet to cease. But to be precise, it's not my way of life.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Night
I put on my face
so I can rest my smile.
I put on my shoes,
so I can slip out quiet.
It's a dangerous walk
but it's a cold rhythmic warmth.
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