Tuesday, January 5, 2010

day 169: fail

there are pems we write with our blood
and there are poems we sing with our skin
pulsing movement into stroy
backdropped on color
we are the storyline broken lines
crooked eye
we hold lies and truth with our fingertips tasting love in the crevaces
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