NOBODY LEAVES WITHOUT SINGING THE BLUES.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
i had a bad dream
my hands were still cold from winter
and his back still wet
when i set him ablaze.
my hands were still sweet from sleep
and his neck still soft
when i slit his throat.
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