The Darker Playground
...strictly fiction...
Friday, January 23, 2015
Kettles
Percussion drilling into my brain
I can't escape your name
I've right turned so many times
I find myself back
To where I was
And the tympani keeps pounding
Never allowing my feet a silent moment
Or my soul a minute's peace
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