Worlds without end the emptiest parts of the life span crows and ravens prey on
frozen, hungry brown bears as if it could smash through solid rock
an eye on some freakist, million-to-one
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
there were trees dancing in a space that wasn't meant for them, there were flames of green lashing your peak arousals.
there were green flames moving in a tin journey that wasn't planned for them.
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