Juicing juicing
the milk from the root
stomping out anger
with my fist.
Forgetting, forgetting
the promises unkept
burning all of
my lists
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
February 17th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 8:27 PM
Labels: death, life, photography, poem
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