and she says, [{how could you}]
be so weak?
with a stare that
makes your mouth bleed
likawinter breeze
[{how could you?}]
this is bleak
grass headlines
on buildings l edge
false teeth
beckoning as it stabs
right through you
like bow & arrow
while the messenger
is lying next to you
not breathing
and it comes again,
{[how could you?]}
do. this. to. me.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
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