Wednesday, October 17, 2012

  • Swan meets a replica.
    Lakes crate and some devils.
    Blind husband, was overall glad.
    empty tables.. crumbs... still some.

    ^<>^<>^

    Screaming bridge,
    Dead stare of a chipmunk,
    eyes watering, going fast.
    sky always fading...
  • [l&#092;X/l]

    Neat hands, hands in pocket.
    Cracked sidewalk, swirling wind.
    Smell the gasoline being burnt.
    Sand paper skin.
    [l..X/l]

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