a poem every day (or something close to that)
Sunday, December 5, 2010
If I could, I would buy you flowers every day
Last night I dreampt of red roses
blossoming into a thorny alphabet.
With stemmed parenthesis
and jagged leaves
I left the petals of a love letter in your bed.
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