Monday, October 29, 2012

My sister and I we're not close.

As we're standing talking about shit,
i turn and look

Might of been myself
might as well have been

pulling at the limbs, of an equine friend
until nothing was left of the creature


Oh girl, sweet girl, they've got you now.
Nobody can figure out where those
body part are going


Now, I'm not writing to you.
its for her.
doe eyes
That black neutral hair dye

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