The Death of Clarence Harris

He is leaving from

the corner of

my eye,

 

through the shadows

of my hair and

laughter.

 

After sleeping

in a dream

with me,

 

he wakes and leaves

his footprints on

the floor.

 

He is as still as a mirror leaning against a door.

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    • adeadbloomedpal
    • September 3rd, 2008

    got good suprises here and muted will i be around will he i will he will

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