White Bread Dipped in Tea
Poems and Such
Thursday, September 23, 2010
until
you would swoop over,
whisk, wind me through trees
until we were days away
till flesh under nails. bruised.
until. someone with slanted eyes. and you.
until I no longer needed you?
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