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24 October 2009

For What Was Hung At The Neck


◯ vs ∞ at 00:56

1 comment:

vs ∞ said...

05 enero 2008

For what was hung at the
neck until pronounced dead,
it was in better shape than
i could have ever conjured.
it sure hit me as deep as
a Shakespearean gash wound.

For what it was worth, you
remain to be a quiet pretty.
The carrier pigeon leans over
the brick rooftop edge to
sample just what he must digest;
nine million stories & years high.

12 December, 2009 20:28

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