Saturday, December 5, 2009

Sall Sells seashells by hell.

I used to know
a tacky girl
with white blonde hair
and shoes that never matched 
any color in the world.
She was always eating away
at the hearts of older, moldier men.
and I wonder how she sleeps at night
when they stroke her hair.
She had canyon pores 
and black toenails.
but she was loved.
which is more than I can say.

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