4/11/12

BE YOUR OWN BLUE SWAGGER, LOVE FULL MOONS

The distortion of history is
the key of it.

His closed fist, that was years ago.
How the evil queen ate the dripping red heart.

It is necessary to become
frightened in the wilding forest.

All of us, here, landing
brand new stances.

I love you in my hair.

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