Tuesday, February 23, 2010
It is I who holds the trees together
It is me when the cars collide.
It is my fault when the birds hearts stop beating.
It is I who holds the trees together.
So sweet when your scissor blades of white light cut up the sky.
It is my breath that kisses under your jacket.
I adore these words.
February 26, 2010 at 4:43 AM
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