A Protest Against Death
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Walls
Kissing you was like taking
a warm shower. My muscles
fell and I would slump
against a wall, with only
you to hold me up. Those
were the lovely days.
Now I slump against walls
and there’s no one there
to catch me when I slip.
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