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by Alex Kessler   Mar 26, 2006


Wavering in and out
static and foam
flooding

embedding thoroughly doused thoughts with
images and depth,

and she was left with black.

The lonesome color holding neither freedom nor gratitude
releasing smoke filled energy
which she shoved in the drawers remaining.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Hold Me

    Its cool

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