Poetry
These words are my sexy, little red dress
Monday, August 20, 2007
lost
Sea-tears
Fishing-lines
Bait-lies
Fish swim lost in time
Lucky-Fish
Swim under the
Seaweed that reminds me of
The kitten eyes
That chased birds
Across canals
Holding killies in my palms
Calling out into the night
Like an animal that lost its way
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