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stage smoke;
A heart absorbs the absurd on a regular basis
Primordial fears and poisoned skies are
Was I thinking so loudly
but fragrant whispers from your skin are
open windows on relief.
And I see, and I laugh:
I know nothing.
By Anna Piutti
gothgirl added this comment 2010-04-18 20:27:59-05:00
brilliant!!!
jesho added this comment 2010-10-30 03:40:44-05:00
:'(
gothgirl added this comment 2010-04-18 20:27:59-05:00
brilliant!!!
jesho added this comment 2010-10-30 03:40:44-05:00
:'(