Wednesday, June 23, 2004
wash
I scrub the chubby bubbles through the webbing of my hands. Fine grains of sand exfoliate and abrasively strip the dead from my fingertips. trips.
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
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