Brick Through The Mirror
Monday, November 4, 2013
11-03 Third Time Wasn't The Charm
three times,
you knocked,
at my door,
three times, I said,
rolling over,
hand held on my stomach,
squirming, down,
hush
, you said,
three times,
I woke up,
wondering where your
hand had gone,
three times...
hush.
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