24 May 2011

'He is lost in his atlas of all things,
I watch as his fingers trace the page;
we reside in the space between place names and conversation.
He doesn't know his damage, i'm sure of it.'

(Just something i'm working on currently; it's about a boy so will most likely remain unfinished.)

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