to lucha, with love
quiet people are wolves
at the edge of a clearing
taking in heat
from the fire you burn
warming their bones
flames burning down
patiently sitting
and waiting with
feeding and hunger and
blood on their mind
and time
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01.29.09 / 9am
oh helll yes
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i’m a fly in the blouse of god. i’m a flake of fishscale in the house of nod. i’m a deep sleeping sprout that she snuck in the soil just before the weedkiller saturated the sod.
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