Sunday, 15 March 2009

someone said
of dripping wet puddles
"fall down, you're empty of meaning"
Another said another
ice cream age
sheet across the worlds.
This is what I came to
where I came
when I was one day,
in that place out there
with some sort of cliff
and height
and chill in the air following
fading sun of sorts
alone and other people
in the somehow scene

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