Wednesday, May 8, 2013

anna calloway.

a bloody thirst
a craving to be
known but forgotten
do not suck the
seeds from my pit
admire the flesh yet
get nurtured from the
fruity essence.


on the kitchen floor in the middle of no where, lies a tiny mountain town.
we sit and share this moment with a notepad
a pbr
& possibily our dignity.

she wrote this poem.

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