Saturday, October 2, 2010

Brackets

if [exchanging] looks could kill
crickets so shrill 
you became a [sleeping] pill

1 comment:

  1. i luv you i miss you i want you to whisper poetry in my ear every night. i mean no, but i do miss you and love the things that you say and write, feel and photograph and create and i need to be with you before you leave me mku

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