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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
there's this gnarling eye tracing a twisted cloud.
it's been a long wait for it's not rained in three decades.
not a drop from the sky.
not one from the eye.
2 comments:
Saltwater Blues
said...
...every single time you say something!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008 10:08:00 PM
probe
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i'm on my knees. i hail thee.
Thursday, November 20, 2008 6:54:00 AM
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...every single time you say something!
i'm on my knees. i hail thee.
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