Jul 06, 2004 16:18
restless and red-eyed
beginning your descent into
an undertow of severity.
where bloodshed dreams
parch and plague a fool's heart.
there's a desert
in the eyes of our killer.
dug up
plucked from burial plots
the dead blossom
awaiting
a dusty twilight's adieu.
like watching the sun rise
in a graveyard.
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If you come up here this summer.
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