006.A Poem by S. PeartreeMay 10, 2008
When I arrive
I swear I'll rip the ceiling down and when you're crawling on the floor I will kick dirt into your lungs until your lips stop moving and my dreams will come in through the front door and right out the drain in your bathtub I will carry on © 2010 S. Peartree |
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