5.11.09

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and i would pay for destruction like some children pray for the death of their parents, for the silence and the scab of the knee to fall with a giant thud that would shake the little town free of the barley to render the fat and churn the fecundity to where gravity would flay the limbs apart and birds would giggle in glee.. i want to come home.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

hell yes.

Ruela said...

acid!

Russell CJ Duffy said...

The truth, like love, hurts.

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