I sometimes wonder
when I'll stop deleting myself...
His voice
is a siren's song...
A landscape of dreams
stirs my imagination...
This thirst reminds me
of winter...
These rocky mountains are now hers;
flowers - subtle myths of childhood...
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Dedicated to Robin Williams who touched so many...
He's zipped up your ribcage and swore
never to touch it again...
They lift my legs.
Left. Right...
There are things I want to say
but don't send them your way...
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I haven't forgotten you...
2014-06-27 03:31 AM
To all of you whom the sunlight reaches...
The silence is so deafening, thoughts ringing...
My fingers cold and fragile, gently wipe away my...