And
And you slipped through my life
And my hands
And shattered on the ground
And and and
I can’t put you back together.
Your pieces cut my hands.
Labels: poem
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
And you slipped through my life
And my hands
And shattered on the ground
And and and
I can’t put you back together.
Your pieces cut my hands.
Labels: poem
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