| Wednesday, October 31, 2007 |
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i don't understand
how torn fingers don't bleed when they grasp hands
why the sky is only black or blue, only bruised
how Ariel breathes, sings, and sleeps under the sea
what the iris' of our eyes are made of.
most of all i don't understand
how hours make up years
why tears cover faces
what a million dollars feels like under broken nails
school
what i understand is
boxed chocolates made of kindness
one person's ability to change the world
the name of ten cities i've never been to
and the importance of strangers. |
posted by erinederbo @ 5:09 PM  |
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These poems have real energy, Erin--I like them very much indeed.
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These poems have real energy, Erin--I like them very much indeed.