Sunday, 30 May 2010

wouldn't the wind.

sentence structure envy and lucks of stroke. you could clean, but you're just letting the house fall apart, cat noises smash plates. a day to be, means a day to not think or feel, biting your tongue on all the wrong reasons, scared to let it go. and wouldn't the wind bring you any closer... but it's just another argument between blood, recycled adjustments to sunlight, sketched in a new green, fingertips tripping at bone.

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