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By it dosent matter Date: 2002 Dec 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.29.21.43.16493]] |
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glimmers of blue wrapped with yellows an stuff oranges an saffrons an the like truly quite lovely if one was a mind truly... quite... lovely rest here fer a bit with thoughts that weigh the soul of times of never were mixed with the nicer stuff from life pigeon came to rest far to close an with shoe i kicked out soft a piece of bread as the fading light cast rainbows from its fine feathered neck with thoughts of how the gutter life can feed somethin so fine which brought out a laugh to this life of mine an molten sheets of rabid relief poured once more slow down an over every lump that creates my spine its pain exquisite as it fumbles its tortured way lighting fires that burn from within blaze in nodes of flesh cooking nerves already so very ravished by life of late in floods of agony i relish an i hope as the spittle runs off my chin with my body a tremble fighting to hold back the coughs that will startle this gentle life i have fed my thoughts will never more return to memories of you |