inspired by: "i can entirely her only love . . . " e. e. cummings
she was the girl
who sung with angels
and birds, in cars
and in showers and
in public fountains.
she splashed through
life like a shooting star
across the night sky,
twirling chaos around her
finger like a tendril of hair.
PAD #4 - him or her
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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