sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Friday, February 10, 2012
never-words
I hear
the lady bugs bark; sharp
fire alarms
planes and mowers; less
Bodies; learned
by brail
lovers' whispers; long
past faded
Lovers I let leave
never-words; never
coming
never-words;
stars
on which I wished
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