i have shocked the tree into birth.
you can just sit back and watch,
the leaves fall and become the
parking lots of snails below.
they are so clean,
no salt,
no terror.
Monday, August 17, 2009
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milk and honey- both are wet.
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your words are vibrations, the sadness all the same.
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