MALADDENDUMS
3.02.2007
(the tide at narrows)
My brain is the mistaken scholar in whose pressed fate we met acclaim.
posted by Kid Swinging at
1:58 AM
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(lifting up the clumsy fog)
(crack fingernails)
(half parts)
(in silence)
(riding sinews)
(assure this light)
(rutter gaze)
(and thieves)
(plans to stay)
(her dreams in meadows)
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