a fragment of the light

Wed, 11/18/2015 - 23:42 -- okayls

And looking at the crossing,

I think of all the ghosts and shadows

Mowed down by cars, phantom

Blood pooling in broken mouths

And bruised legs.

but what could i have done to save them?
how could i have made this life a little easier

on the people we used to be?

i have to go. 
i have to go.

i can't sit still anymore, you know?

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