Oct 10, 2006

She Kept Telling Herself..

to breathe. no sense trying to figure it out.
she wanted to cry a song of silver on the red sheet

she wanted to pull
her eyelashes in

she wanted to sew him into the silky part of the quilt
and never let him out
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2 comments:

Carmenisacat said...

So much stuff.

You are the Anais of the New Generation.

So much stuff in you.

6:19 AM
Tasha Klein said...

and
you\\



are a sleepy witch

my friend.


:)

7:38 AM

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