Of Arrowheads & Scissor-Tails
A Girl Named "Oklahoma"
Monday, February 20, 2012
The bends in your knees
Strangle all the pretty chords;
Burn up all the precious
Seeds;
Inject venom
Into her arms;
As if she weren't
Already dying.
You're only fools' gold.
And you don't even glitter anymore.
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