Wednesday, November 04, 2009


and i would pay for destruction like some children pray for the death of their parents, for the silence and the scab of the knee to fall with a giant thud that would shake the little town free of the barley to render the fat and churn the fecundity to where gravity would flay the limbs apart and birds would giggle in glee.. i want to come home.

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Blogger Minor Hero said...

I shared time, wonderfully natural and raw and undiluted, and all I could think of was what I wanted later on. Now that I have that, the shape of once having what I wanted to have had emerges from the fuzzy, buzzy memory. We were never alike. You are like no one. Please don't reply.

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