Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Rough Year.


24 hour news television,
Firearms,
Cookie dough, and
Brandy;
The only things to eat.

Her broken wings
Chained her to the ground.
I gave her time to heal
And she flew away.

Sweet bird.
Fly south.

Good-bye.


~There's got to be an app for that.

Kjærlighet,
Digress.

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