Friday, October 13, 2006

5iv.

She contemplates throwing the ink-stained remnants out the window.

But there isn't so much a hint of a breeze.

(A wisp, an invisible caress.)
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1 comment:

rhille said...

ARGH!!!
good girl.
SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT!!!
ahahaha.
aw, c'mon.
as long as you're dressed in a flowing white dress with untied, long dark hair

anything you do could be considered poetic.

take my word for it.

10:17 PM

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