Lurk

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Buildings lurk in the rain
as I drive to work.
My skin knits itself
back together as though with
mystic intentions.

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4 responses »

  1. There is a hauntingly beautiful essence to the combination of this poem & photo. I don’t know if I want to cry or take a deep breath, maybe both. Love it.

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