Monday, October 15, 2007

Licensed Perfection

Eyes closed
In confirmation that the deed is done
Sickly sweet fruit-flesh
Find your roots elsewhere
For my ground is not lush
Rather, a melted wax womb
And you are my Icarus
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FMK said...

It's beautiful! U are 18, but write very well. Kisses!

October 18, 2007 at 6:11 PM

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