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Fitting In; or, A Look at the Death of Myself.
desperate grasp on the branches
of a bank-side tree;
they break
you sink
look up; water fills your eyes
the sunlight sees you;
it dances
leisurely to the depths
of this comfortable river
with the current twisting;
your limbs
you dance with the sunlight
until it fades to black.
of a bank-side tree;
they break
you sink
look up; water fills your eyes
the sunlight sees you;
it dances
leisurely to the depths
of this comfortable river
with the current twisting;
your limbs
you dance with the sunlight
until it fades to black.
Published 9th May 2010
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9th May 2010 9:46pm
I like this a lot...the structure means you get little snap shots of an really beautifully created image.
12th May 2010 1:50am
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