The Non Spaces
the
non spaces
a waif,
knows many
a waif,
knows many
who
will dress
his
wounds?
will you?
once,
the
sleeping
smile of
innocence,
melts away
in to the crowd,
vacant stares
only remain
the
non spaces
Careful
not to
hold on
too tightly
to life's
taut string
too
tightly?
who
will dress
his
wounds,
will you?
breaking,
it drifts
arrogant
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poem by Tim Labbe
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