5

Someone left the low, awe, lights on the walls.

They leave

noises

with them.

The ceilings are left open.

Not to

mention

you breathing in the stove,

Plath.

Picking apples from

the eating worms

Thinking

what don’t I mean

dirt.

Listening to the radio or

stereo.                                                                                Sounds better.

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  1. well penned..
    ;)

  2. http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/thursday-poets-rally-week-25-poetry-awards/

    three poetry awards,
    plus two general awards,
    enjoy!
    thanks for the contribution!
    ;)

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