Night eats color
flower bouqets lose their fake ornaments
Day fall into the leaves
like sparkling fish
and struggles like the lowly mud,the
shape less dreams dreams and trees
nutured outside this shriveled
deridable despair, and the space that
was chopped down
tickles the weeds there
by it's feet
Fingers stained with tar from cigarettes
caress the writhing darkness
and then people move forward
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i know my upper arms will grow flabby it's true of all the women in my family i know that the purple views like dead fish in Seine ...
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I didn't want to wait on my knees In a room made quiet by waiting. A room where we'd listen for the rise Of breath, the bur...
