COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
If/When
If I am murdered,
please don't make up lies about me.
I do not light up a room.
Everyone doesn't want to be my friend.
People don't automatically take notice of me.
I have a smart mouth,
four friends,
a dozen books,
and a daughter.
Tell 20/20 this
when I am murdered.
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