A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Perhaps I'm slipping in too deep,
Too close,
when I can hear warnings to stay out.
But few come from my own mind,
So I tread closer
to a heart beating next to mine.
Perhaps this time,
curiosity will kill me.
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