COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
this year went by so fast
I am so tired.
Are you?
I am not sweet.
I am a liar.
With rocks in my head.
Weighing me down.
A change gonna come in the new year.
The last Friday of the decade,
what a concept
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