A paper cut-out
The door removed
Free to move from room to room
To tip-toe through the freshly tilled garden
Sow a seed to
Watch it sprout
Transformation through action
Love is an action
Plant my fingers in your heart
Damp soil between my palms
These bloody stains paint our past
We need to die to grow
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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