H o L
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
i figured it out,
My Love, (cross that out,)
i figured it right out
again.
you are just like
the dimethyl ether
in the dr's office.
a cold clear not water
burning,
so ephemeral
that you are gone
before you hit the ground.
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