Regrets come back
Like Trade winds
Window panes
Howl in the night
Words whoosh
Like a cannon ball
Sweat dries up
Inside the armpit
Turned elbows
Reflect in the glass
Darkness inside
Tastes like mint
A wet towel
Sheds tears
A drunken man
Sings on the street
A country song
Life long!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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