Friday, January 27, 2012

E.P and Femme

Ezra lived during possibly the
most powerful(?) span of time and
he saw from (A)>(B) what was possibly
greatest of
changes in our modern age and he
wrote your name and he wrote your
poem in stone and somehow
tattooed it
on me and on
me and that you are his
Portrait and not mine and
that I shall never
own a thing and
that I shall own only a shadow of
shadow of a
wolf with
horrifying teeth that I
really actually love,

now am I lost in
every facet of

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