I burned my eyes
In commemoration of the fire
Fire that was coming
From your mouth.
Like the Samurai swords
Words are sharpened
On the skin of a woman
Penetrates the blood
Irrigated dream
-Drips through memory.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
I burned my eyes
In commemoration of the fire
Fire that was coming
From your mouth.
Like the Samurai swords
Words are sharpened
On the skin of a woman
Penetrates the blood
Irrigated dream
-Drips through memory.
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