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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Lollipop Moon.
There is a cavity
Throbbing in my heart
And You, my dear,
Are the lollipop.
I need a heartbrush
and some heartpaste.
&
First it was a cavity.
Now it is a crater.
The hole left over
From cannon fire.
I am the moon.
The day burns my eyes
but I only cry at night.
1 comment:
Charles Valsechi
said...
I really like this poem, although it saddens me.
September 3, 2008 at 12:41 AM
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I really like this poem, although it saddens me.
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