listen to me, people:
I like you best when
your heads look different
ways: to the sky; to your
lover; to the ground.
and I do not like it when
I cannot see your pupils
standing their own ground.
and it does not matter to me
if you want to rest
for the rest
of your lives.
I will be here.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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