Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
19 April 2009
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1 comment:
12 July 2007
I liked it better when there was no sun.
the moon kept me beckoned and alive.
the sun is beating unto me false
awakenings truths that are too
honest that they metamorphosize into myth.
Dim out the rays & bathe in
ignorant spectra.
Reliant on the twilight commodities makes
theories so physical.
unpredictable predicaments color my veins
so that you may not see me.
prophetic appetizers agape &
receptive to the dusk of
my mute eyes.
Don't hang your hat in me.
spider wire frills.
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