Sunday, March 5, 2017

A pocket full of nos

No
No money 
No way
Exhaustion 
and Insomnia

And 
No  
No scape 
Salty sweat drops 
On your lips 

And
No
No bath
No water  
The lake is drying up 
We will walk on it 

No
No hope
One day 
One foot after the other 
We will cross it 

And 
No 
No relief
No dreams 
To be dreamt
No more


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