Sleeve.
As though never to pinch such loose relationship to thread arranged just so. In the entwinement shadows made accompaniment leave bright light in place. One takes for granted all leftover strands. A patrick of a pomp although reasons half right come to clock the populace as it glands.
Here in here are where we
all alone are
dwindling
in a show
of evidence unseen.
Freedom of motion faultline in a breeze the minions here neuralgia semi-gloss and fondness as a pale version of amour. What is that.
Heaven worn
inside out.
Melodic minor
parsed
to fit the dampness
of a still young day.
Imposing as we do our synonyms for cover.
That's c plus
over.
Friday, January 25, 2008
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