Friday, August 20, 2010

The One With My First Crush.

Dear Lover,

I used to have a small picture of River Phoenix.
That I cut out of a magazine and kept under my pillow.
I liked the secrets he seemed to carry in his eyes.
And his name.
I liked his chin-length hair.
And how every time I'd travel West.
I'd see him in the sienna landscape.


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