Nov 2013
the snowfall came tumbling down
resting sweetly on my eyelashes and toes
like the feathers of one million unfortunate doves
that dad popped in the chest
with his pellet gun
resting sweetly on my eyelashes and toes
like the feathers of one million unfortunate doves
that dad popped in the chest
with his pellet gun
(wide wild wyoming.)
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