Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Fold yourself
Sticks and glue
And paper moulds
Shape yourself
Into that thing
You wanted to be
Deep down
Where you lose
All your surface.
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