Thursday, April 3, 2008
Aimer le poème pour un Chien
Dressed myself today
in a forgotten sweater
with its vampire marks
on the sleeve
where your
sharp little teeth
used to be.
and melancholy
sinks
its fangs
in me.
It has been a year this week,
Lolagirl.
My
snowball in hell.
Heart is toast and life is lemons.
I will see you again
when it rains milkbones
and tennis balls
and when
when the stars
come on backwards.
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ERIN that is stunning. *dabs prep H on swollen lids*
words are just words. but when you rearrange them, they are beautiful.
I have found it on this website called [url=http://tipswift.com]tip swift[/url]. You can find it there.
cheers
edit: wrong post
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