Daisies of thick blood
Pours flowing river on thee
Swallowed by freedom
Roses bleeding dead
stabbed by insecurity
suddenly blooms back
Happy Children Play
sing songs of melancholy---
found in their coffins
Two hands in control
tenderly touching fingers
surrounding my neck
Monday, January 15, 2007
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