Tuesday, September 23, 2003

shine

Aloof

when the

sun strikes it

and the stayed with

her alone plucks grubs and

compulsories from your head think of

the mother birds of the world, the

transition alone is apathetic to anything except that

what effects them and their mud hut hurricane personally.


Personally,

I was

born out of

love so that I

might not feel comfortable bringing

grubs and flies to the top

of the tributary, barricaded as it is

with wood and moss and plums that are

red instead of plum, compulsory instead of couched in

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