COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
one broken head
it's time to move on;
you will live forever.
books, lists, songs,
sharpies on bathroom walls.
it's time to go
somewhere else within myself.
and a smile
takes up space
on my face.
(it's always the same four dreams and me)
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