If I could walk
And move about
The streets of your mind,
Like a burglar in the night,
I would test doors
And peer through windows,
I would stalk through alleys
And scale fire escapes
Treading lightfooted
As you slept
Until I found the place
Where the answers
To my questions are kept.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
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