Wicked Poems
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Supplication
eleventy elevens
and shooting stars
and true cries of the whippoorwill
at the 13th stroke of midnight
all useless fantasies,
old wives tales, if you will;
naught but the vain imaginations
of the hopeless
like asking you...
for anything at all
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