We lay
in timbered sleep
with crinkled
brow
Langue d’Amour
11 years ago
Peals of laughter, Banana peels, Peal of the telephone in a soundless and lonely room. Layers of pain I peel away, as the peal of a car alarm breaks the monotony. Layer after Layer, Peeled away, With the peals of my cup full of tears.
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