Friday

piano fingertips. 


look for my soul burrowed in the back yard
you'll find my bones.
right next to your neighbor's dead dog.
my mind still lingers down the hall.
i'm not that tall as an angel,
fire scares me now and i can't explain how.
the sound of your voice reaches my heart.
i feel your tone in my soul, 
the thing i've been waiting for all my life.

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