Saturday, July 26, 2008
Turn
She turned her heart inside out
And wore it that way
For you
Unprotected
With all those strange projections
Growing out
Instead of
In.
Fresh
Home
Scented
Summer.
Warm Apricots on a sun tree
You.
1 comment:
Kage
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oh please be me...
July 26, 2008 at 3:02 AM
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oh please be me...
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