mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
ingrained before she entered in
nothing she does mends that which ravels each string she has tugged only rends further what she would have set right
everything was far more fragile than any of them could have imagined
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