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By Untamed Bird Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.14.14.21155]] |
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Your words are contagious fiction They absorb me, play on my mind Maple syrup that runs into my soul That doth reside in perfect plaza Of Trevi fountain wishes, somewhere. Between art and mind bending reality I scrawl these words, Wrapped in blanket of passion's luster Waiting on that fast freight train That will emulate my mother's thoughts, (Me mush mouthed, helplessly tied to tracks) Running right smack dab over me. |