Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Running to and from
Once upon a time I ran wild in darkness to a chime eternal child to sit flat-feet hunched under a tree lookout to the bunched pretending to be free a powerspot I thought but I was alone it thus came to naught on a dew-wet throne of grass in a place otherwise dry waiting for someone silently I did cry waiting for that one who never knew me whom I never got to know yet I longed to be I wanted you to show But once you did come out I knew I'd loose you I gave a little night-owl shout but only the...
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