COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Serif
send me a message
in a special font,
meet me in front
of the cafe.
let's say the things
we always want to say,
but are too chicken
to articulate.
hold my hand
on a surrounded bench,
before we go see a movie
and make out the whole time.
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