daisy amnesia
title: or ‘the day that spring gave birth’
the spring sun
is sinking noon
into my memory
i dig my roots in
to make time stand still
they reach winter
my heart
skips
a beat and
my head remembers
this sky burial
every august
i am mothered
inbetween two seasons
that didn’t want me
–i wish i was somewhere here. but i am residing in everything but this world. i don’t know what i can come back for more than this.
i am thinking of starting my own poetry e-zine. if you want in, let me know.
xo;
i love you.
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it’s good to see you.i miss you. more than words can tell.
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Ill be involved, if you end up doing it :)Miss you. Love.
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What is an e-zine? Love,
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I’d love to read it, so make sure to leave a link.xo;
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ryn: the last bit was a dream,i woke up with a fever and sick as fvck.wanting to break everything.but i love you, too.(ps, i saw the pics on your myspace of the wedding, and you are gorgeous).lovelovelove
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i miss you lovely. may october be a better host to those of us stuck in between the seasons. fall is cruel cruel and bitter. -psyche.
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i want in
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