there is a place for you here
little one
if i knew who to beg to, i would.
i would beg
with open arms and muddy knees
under the fullest moon
for you
to come back.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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she melts and mends. all the pieces scatter and shatter. and then they fit right back together.
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