brass ego low
cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
poems written from atop a warm car hood. (10/7)
into a starless sky i'd drift
to let what's left of the breeze
kiss my cheeks and pass,
to find myself alone and in love
with the night and you.
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