Monday, July 28, 2008

I'll See You When I Want, Whatever.

Tethered tech stout stark
curl-flip curtain fire
tremor; train, treated tracks
tremulously, tearing tawny
down-faced limbs
Lofted bed sheet breather.

Two nights of skylines
heavy, heavy sight
dropped from a further height
Look At what could be made mine

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