Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Creek Walk
wind rushing trees spontaneous creek walk
wet after rain fresh airs what words can do
what stage sit down to write idea asudden
there problem solved all left to do is do it
night sounds rushing bangs dim fear rises
muffled pillow read imagine somewhere is
someone else empty house only spiders me
free fantasy body actual matrix possessed
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