Sunday, February 5, 2012

super pretty

super pretty
floral city

your face is pale
and gritty

safe in cash
and strangely stashed

your chest is vacant
and smashed

fragile fold
flaky gold

tomorrow could be
warmer I'm told

wilted stone
crumbling drone

tomorrow could be
a long ways off

but maybe you'll
make it home

this time

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