I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa
If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing,
then the desire is not to write.
- Hugh Prather
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
You
You taste just like
fresh sawdust in
the stable, your lips
like hay bales,
and I feel my lips
swelling with my allergies.
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