Shades Of Grey Poem by nathan martin

Shades Of Grey

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starbucks at pier 29,
god of thunder in my veins.

faster to reason in the blinding
light of someone elses sorrows.

i may sorrow a little for you yet.

is this cloth in my hand yours?

i may tear it a little.
before my mothmans hunger
grows distant. to distant for either
of us to understand or relate...

Saturday, November 28, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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