©2024 nicefro press, Ryan Lessard random thoughts & poetry
Wednesday, February 5, 2003
nothing concluded 127
on top of it all
he's cold
not so alone
misses those
blue eyes
looking to the skies
vast and expanding
even as clouds move
in and out
threaten what he might know...
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