Title. Poem by matt hartwell
Title.
Sit here alone in my bed.
The arcade fire tune buzzing in my head.
enthusiastic finger tips long for your touch.
The touch of a deep meaning hidden in a paradox of words.
Something that will shatter your belies and renew your love for the hearts of the people.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fire
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