bluebird song

August 16, 2010
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Don't be so g****** literal
you say,
but I am tired.

Your rough edges erode mountains
and cut out punctured hearts;
you are a hurricane,
and I wish that
you would slow down
sometime.

You scare me.

You walk with the intensity
of dead loves
in a whirlwind of shadows.

What do you want me to be?





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