Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
17 April 2009
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1 comment:
12 July 2007
confectionate sugar walls.
polyeurothane lanterns under silver light
speak & transcend early kin
Have you absolved them yet?
Do youself in.
Your acidic wind has its
paint peeling through my last thoughts
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