Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Spider
Hide until
You lose track
The unseen spider
Bites you in the back
Unheard unfelt
You can unwind
It's much to late for never
But never is a long time.
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