Smudging, Unsmudging
Poets are the photographers of invisible things.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Line
My heart has melted
and now flows in your veins.
In pound, out pound
against the walls of your veins.
"Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds upon the heel that crushed it."
-Mark Twain
3:46 AM July 08th, 2010
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