Tuesday, 18 January 2011


So you were controlling
The smoke just by
Licking on your fingertips
Proving me wrong
While turning the
Weather around in
A quick spin of
Your eyes

Objects taking other
Shades and shapes
The lights winking at
Me from their homes
Of danger, risk

Risking to drop my
Awareness on the
Wet ground

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