raw blow/Rob Lowe
and other
nonsense
poems
Friday, September 17, 2010
My secrets
are many and some
insignificant
but when
I let one go
that is deep and
well-guarded
it falls
not like a boulder
but like grains of sand
through your fingers
into dust
and quickly forgotten
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