(9/19/1988 / Cleveland)


the stand-still waterfall of your hair

burns in showering radiance
the replenishing desert of your

smooth skin saves me
the empty portal of your eyes holding

more than one universe within

all drown me, burn me,
kill me, make me see,

but all i can do is


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Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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