Monday, April 5, 2010

T-3.

Circles. The fingers are stiff as a passion forgotten, locked away in some maybe trunk, covered in wounds and molding banadages.

Writing?

That gift, that force-for so long
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  1. cavegirlApril 19, 2010 at 9:09 PM

    A gift is in the now and the now of the gift was then, the time has passed, not the gift, transmogrification is under way. A new way, a new day, all part of you.

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