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Wicked World
Wicked world, beautiful
sticky snow spun upon the branch
the tallgrass, treetrunk, curve of rock
the black rot of winter’s root.
I slide back from the shoulder
skating in the night car.
sticky snow spun upon the branch
the tallgrass, treetrunk, curve of rock
the black rot of winter’s root.
I slide back from the shoulder
skating in the night car.
Published 2nd Mar 2012
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2nd Mar 2012 6:56pm
....po'trait of
a
moment.......muy
bueno...
me gusta mucho.....*
*eye'm glad y're 'catching on', kid --- just don'kill yrself over "it" til y're at least
My Age
(give'r'take a few)
a
moment.......muy
bueno...
me gusta mucho.....*
*eye'm glad y're 'catching on', kid --- just don'kill yrself over "it" til y're at least
My Age
(give'r'take a few)
2nd Mar 2012 7:38pm
Despite our mother's best efforts I still reside on the positive side of the dirt.
3rd Mar 2012 3:13am
Ma Nature, but on the other hand you're right this last time it was me that nearly did me in.
5th Mar 2012 5:48pm
