Pencil Feathers
a diary
Friday, September 13, 2013
arrow
black pepper and turmeric
turn my stomach
his unshaven chin
marks my cheeks
humid days and nights
curl my hair
the arrow shot from a distant star
pierces the idea I just had about cake
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