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traVERSE
Contributed by
ming
on
Thursday, 6th January 2011 @ 09:44:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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out front possessed blunt at last fingers empty
she was otherwise once dusk to dawn disaligned thigh-stories
twaddling
now brief abbreviated dimensions turned
around thrice lost & found society scorned inwardness each angry pen rushing rhythmic
madness
the world is full she is almost hollow
locked strapped brusque venturing to reach a page as life ticks vacant
morpheme
reducing own history to smallest presumptions
language withering holes draft(s)y eliminations she may fail...
her hue pails.
Copyright ©
ming
... [
2011-01-06 09:44:15] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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