drunk things from my typwriter
FRIENDS, LOVERS, FRIENDS
a little less talk
isn't always that bad
a few nights apart
some yards
between
some words left
in the throat in the cave
in the wishing well
i see the wolves
she sees the kittens
the lions, the cubs.
Friday, February 19, 2010
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