Tattoos, you're rain.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited January 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Night takes me away, hot-air-moon-balloon.
Through the trees wings through the trees.
Up here you’re giving my air meaning.
Crying across my flesh, you’re rain, the tattoos I wear.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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