Crumbs
Baked. Burnt. Leftover.
Friday, December 21, 2012
incognito
how can he let go
the maverick butterflies
he chased
to fractured bottles
when he barely
could walk,
knowing well
they can
only fly that high, that far
how can he let them
prosper in oblivion
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