COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
There are no sunsets on this side of the ocean.
my dreaming
and my loving
live in two separate places.
across rain
and fear of futures,
where...
they dance the same,
but twirl in opposite
directions, decisively so.
if only they could meet
in the middle
and make a cake.
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