Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Computer Love
It's a sad change
That's come over us
You're eyes have died
In a static whisper
A gentle surrussus
Inside you are burning.
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