Monday, January 30, 2012
when wine turns to water (poem)
Seagulls flock,
or doves,
which ever you prefer.
-this is,
after all,
Your story
isn't it?
I won't lie
but, even then
the truth
can be creative.
You can only
really
do one miracle
when you are dead.
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