Friday, January 23, 2009

This life has past,


slipped away, flown under
(always like water, these lines of mine~how it feels, how it looks.)

Water flows, it passes over. It wears away. It slips through. It leaks, it runs. It reflects. It pools. It stills. It stagnates.
Period; Paragraph; End of Report. at
call it

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