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blue eyes and exit wounds.

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About Me



My Interests

I bought a rose
to give to you
a windy day
the petals flew

from the stem
to the street
i tried to catch them
with my feet

i got to your door
you looked to see
through the peep hole
right at me

you let me in
and i just froze
i gave you a stem
that was a rose...
that was a rose

I'd like to meet:

the angel with the cut wings laying on the pavement bleeding from the fall choking on her own teeth.

Music:

it goes like this, the fourth the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift.

Movies:

the brave little toaster

Books:

better than poetry
is my poetry
which refers
to everything
that is beautiful and
dignified, but is
neither of these itself