Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Not

One hundred times
I have mourned our love

One thousand flowers have
died in my hands

One fleeting moment
in every hour

I burn again for
you are not the one
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