Kill All Your Darlings
Saturday, July 10, 2010
My Mother, When Younger.
her legs struck still into motion
it stomped thunder out
and began the million riots.
the others clubbed out,
she danced until the sun came down
crashed onto the disco ball
and convinced to stay,
mesmorized
others still caught in the rain.
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