Graveyard for Thoughts & Rhymes
may they RIP until I need them again
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Amber
Everythins moving around in a groove and looking at me. The words on the page lose their pre-prescribed meaning as they rearrange and relate to other words that have come alive. So all I do? my part is just to observe before the fall.
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