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
Monday, July 20, 2009
cursive eyes apply to me the test of their tears drip again every time I try to move toward the terrible door away from the terrible endless writing above the body in front of the brain between the kittywindows
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