Stand for Tonight

The crossing is over where the righteous remain. In the memory it's deeper, survived by a name. The rest is sufficient, a midnight complaint. Left waiting in silence, left only to sleep.

“You can touch my chest. I, uh… I think they’re gonna grow more.” 

“You can touch my chest. I, uh… I think they’re gonna grow more.” 

  • 13 February 2013
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