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. Now that would make one hell of a wedding dress.

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  2. 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. *blushes* i know i would...

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