bloody tears 7/25/2011 Dreams in the forest,
evergreens,
ferns and sycamores blessing
flesh with enough shade to block
the sun's x-rays;
walking amongst the living
in broad daylight,
not sprinting for the twilight or
fleeing the sight of the sparkle of my shine;
stalking nightly,
prey,
couping where they lay,
residence of my victim choice,
only lions,
tigers,
and bears;
for desert it's blunts and beer;
then rest until the thirst returns,
bleeding bloody tears...
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