Moon is rising in AriesA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
In this hand me down note
written on crumpled newspaper hidden by the horoscopes. You are letting me down easy. Well isn't that just perfect In the middle of your symbolic break up I see that my moon is rising in Aries and you are happiest in her bed. F**k you and your mysticism Leave that to the incense reeking hippies Because my heathen heart could do a lot better than you.
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2013 Last Updated on February 20, 2013 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |