"Some Time Earlier This Morning"
I'm just the Earth, shredded of it seeds, I crack beneath the morning light's weight; Every indentation could so almost be you. You slipped inside, and touched the side of my head; And it meant Nothing at all.
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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