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.

5 comments:

  1. Russell CJ Duffy14 April 2009 at 09:09

    Now that would make one hell of a wedding dress.

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  2. Ruela14 April 2009 at 20:34

    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

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  3. Anonymous14 April 2009 at 20:50

    *blushes* i know i would...

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  4. murmurists15 April 2009 at 00:19

    Lovely posting

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  5. doriandra 15 April 2009 at 15:43

    thank you dears...

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