Friday, July 22, 2011
would you make it shallow, so that i can feel the rain.
turn yer flower faces up.
and they laid so still and peaceful,
down, down, down
below my barefeet.
"shh," he said with his skeleton smile,
"don't worry yer pretty mind with such things."
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