vernal migratory movements, yes
this is longing, this is the artfully waning eye
this is the pitch of tenderness at a low hum, whir
and a machine man click whir broke and out came decay
oops, silly, rot
either the insatiable flatness of this city
either the personal decry 'fatigue!'
either or not
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Friday, May 8, 2009 | |
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