. Back talkin' with Bonita .
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
soul-less skies.
I suppose
it's getting late.
the money is due.
I suppose I should call.
You know I wait until we fall
i would talk to god but my sky is empty.
We never did bloom.
I suppose we are doomed, like flowers.
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