no flaws June 19, 2009 a poet's playground, alternate avenues sat on the roof looked upon the lawn grass not as green as the weeds flowers that had dropped from the trees no flaws at all Share Tweet
scream scream …….louder …………..louder …………………l-o-u-d-e-r drowning out the sounds of others relishing in the feeling of exhaustion when you no longer can utter a sound the quiet is suddenly ……………noisier you’re now attuned