Kill All Your Darlings
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Steps
A million miles on this water,
Steps made out of glass,
Searching, for a single stone,
A place to call home.
Days spent thrashing,
Waves crashed up shore,
A shore that I have never seen
But am always looking for.
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