COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
in the arms of a pekingese
the music from the ice skating rink
and the gals doing twirls and things,
tricks on ice skates I don't know the names of
make me think of you and I actually hate it,
because I still love you and I don't want to.
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