Today I can taste fairies on my tongue
dry like pressed flowers
crackling with nutrients
so full of freedom
Wing bound & tongue tied
I'm tripping over daises
while learning to dance with butterflies
My arms feel heavy
with my hearts ambivalence
Somehow I knew I wouldn't
last long at this.
Friday, March 12, 2010
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