Friday, November 26, 2004
dancing
a white flake of snow in an updraft from a ventilation shaft. dancing, dancing, dancing. no self-consciousness constricts the movements to unheard music.
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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.
2 comments:
man i can't wait for it to snow.
the snow's been falling over here.
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