musings un poeme
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Like an empty frayed kiss. Intense
talking at a Freudian picnic there are always options. To
talk to the wrong person too early is one.
None of it matters but that the sky
grows big when we cry.
There are no more roses on this farm.
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