01
Jan
2012
Flushed of scattered thought by a moment of purity.
Hours of waste bridged by days of simple connection.
Foam falls over the cities brighest lights, dimming
the hustle of a New Year into a new us.
Two minds left to stir in the omniscient suffering or blessing of time.
A wretched heart marinated to mature.
In growth together or growth apart.
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