COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
180 characters but I still can’t stop thinking about her :(
My shirt,
My latte,
They mix
With the chaos
Of my morning
As I spill
Onto the concrete,
Mugging to
Mean something
Maybe
Her heart
Emptied me,
And I can’t Tweet
About the kick
Of the pig
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