14.4.09

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entropy increasing as afternoon melts up away to overfill the day and puddle upon the floor where the broken parts lay, my skirt, the wick to soak up the tricks and discolor the very way upon which they have trodden.

6 comments:

C.J.Duffy said...

Now that would make one hell of a wedding dress.

Ruela said...

hope the flood crouching down
through the sea of time

tear the veins in flax
weave the threads of memory far

this naked poem that breathes through the cracks of the meat

Ruela said...

;)

jaan patterson said...

*blushes* i know i would...

murmurists said...

Lovely posting

doriandra said...

thank you dears...

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