Ueno Park 1999
walking under trees
cherry petals blurring
into snowstorm
we talk in non-sequiturs
taking a detour through nonsense
around reality reefs
for the moment I fall silent
watch the petals in your hair
and the blood on your hands
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Isn't this just precious? I'm cleaning out my old high-school
stuff, and it looks like I was *really* bored in Literature back in
January. I truly don't know what possessed me to write this.
--
Beth Winter the Bloody Awful Poetess
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