(Revision)
Your spine groans
under weighed
sonnets. Wash
mud crowns and
salt rivets
loose wet veins
and unction
rubble. Watch
shams spin down
posted by Charity at 7:08 AM
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Your spine groans
under weighed
sonnets. Wash
mud crowns and
salt rivets
loose wet veins
and unction
rubble. Watch
shams spin down
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2 Comments:
this is good but i like the other one better.
love.
4:17 PM
You're a very beautiful writer. Thanks for your comment. :)
2:05 PM
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