Shaped like the fields
They fly through
Missed by the lightnings
That decend from fiery sky
Wander the grassy knolls
Without ever wondering why
Fortune pricks the pastures
Teachers in the green
Beneath their summer highhats
The animals covert themselves
In tiny fodder tents
Innoccents in cells.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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