Cloudburst
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Hope's Intuition
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Sun splashes through the s p a c e s in the trees, berating my eyes; Overwhelming them. I sit curved in the seat, cold brushing...
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Friday, July 2, 2010
One Track Mind
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My fingers are covered in needlepoint holes, and I try to hold onto the time granted. It slips through like a sieve, I'm aging at mach 4...
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