Thursday, November 04, 2004
sand
grain by grain speck by speck my brain slips away like tiny specks in a sieve of pain
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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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