Oscar Wilde's Love Child
my life as a work of art
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
White Sky
Every raindrop
breaking on
the sidewalk
brings out the ghost
of you inside of me.
When the sun
quits the city,
your name is
painted underneath
the white sky.
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