A Poet's Tree House
Featuring the Writing of Elisha Shumaker
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
You scare me.
You can’t find yourself
All hallow’s eve has changed you.
You make me shudder and jump.
Music drives you away.
Me beautiful sleepy love.
I fear you love me not.
I fear you use me.
So absorbed in warmth,
Not handling aggression.
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