her kind2.wmv
whining, rearranging the disaligned. a woman like that is misunderstood. i have been her kind. i have ridden you in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. a woman like that is not ashamed to die. i have been her kind. Music: Sweet Child O'Mine by Taken By Trees ... anne sexton her kind poetry poem poems "taken by trees" "sweet child" beautiful sad ...
Author: delicatecrazee; Tags: anne sexton her kind poetry poem poems taken by trees sweet child beautiful sad photography
