Walking With Demons
And attempting to stay dry.
Words.
Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?
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Saturday, March 17, 2012
Wanted.
I want
to own this world.
the way it feels
I wanna hear
the peals
of laughter
under the singsong of the bells
I wanna touch
the empty atmosphere.
I'm gonna bring the back
to bear
Get outta the way -
I'm here.
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