He hated the sound of indrawn breath
Despised air rattling through fleshy tubes
He was only ever at his best
When the heat was on
When the cards were down
With oxygen in short supply.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
How do I lose myself?
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
1 comment:
I like, esp the fleshy tubes... kinda gross n cool at the same time.
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