Sunday, February 27, 2011

I
Came
With my
Army
We
Wanted
Your Cardboard
But you
Were not there
So we
Left you a
Message,
Wrote it
On post-it
And
Kissed it
For
Good luck,
Wanting
Of words
As we
Climbed
Out your window.
Told you
"Make
Something
Of you,
And make
It with
Paper,"
We Made
Something
Of us
And
Kissed it
For
Good luck,
Sent it
To someone
With
Address
And answers,
Dressed up
In bottles
For Oceans
And
Sisters.

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