TurningA Poem by hjcmI am the hand of a clock as I lie on my bed turning constantly, (slowly to you); relative to the length of
time I’ve spent thinking of
faces, singing my emotions, reading words from another’s
mind, I spin quickly. © 2011 hjcm |
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