COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
100 Years After 100 Years
give me peace, please.
So I can give myself
peace.
I am a fan
of your complicated
plans.
But I am toast,
secrets that are scared of
service.
Have you ever gotten
a hair cut in the dark?
Life is a lot like that anticipation.
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