Saturday, September 29, 2012
brain chemical 741 deficit
worlds weave inside me
caressing spreading rays
into unknown dimensions
destinations
as far away as
plain spoken
dreams
untangled at the ends
to see almost
anything
.
1 comment:
Whatever
said...
stay hungry,
until there is no almost
lean and lonely
feed us your Love.
September 30, 2012 at 9:30 AM
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stay hungry,
until there is no almost
lean and lonely
feed us your Love.
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