"Death In The Head"
I pull your crumpled petals out of you, You are without prayer; abrupt and perfect, And there are shards in the remembered air.
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I am a shortform and free-verse poet. I aim to capture moments, and the feeling in such moments, with images using words. I'm also, funnily enough, a photographer: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kingdavidphotography/
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