Seeing Stars
Monday, July 22, 2013
Some time ago
What purpose does this
joyless servitude afford?
Moments do not exist,
but days an eternity
only to survive.
Hope, a meaningless
word, like the time
I said “spoon”
too many times.
Was that my laugh
a thousand years ago?
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