I wish I could be on your
lev
el.
You’re just that
far
out.
I couldn’t be
further
from you
if you were
12,500 miles
away.
Your angry tears
drop like
bombs a
series
of
near
misses.
It’s the smoke
that really
kills.
Copyright (c) 2010 by Vincent John Ancona
Thursday, October 28, 2010
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