COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
I need an ego nap
what song would you render me
on the afternoon of another
hatchet attack upon my heart?
a person who used to be me
loved a person who used to be you,
and now I do not know that poem.
so many days
start with questions,
and so many answers in nothing.
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