| open bleeding freely flowing in perfect droplets shattered on the pavement a lifespan of a second or two you remember when? why? I closed the door on yesterday kicking at tomorrow once around the block, you said red the color of my love blew through the broken window end over end over end I am screaming at the top of my lungs fun trapped inside never knowing what is outside sucking for air yes, I think you're beautiful done |
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| The Flame of Hope. Watermark Press. Owings Mills, MD 2002. |