Daily splurges from the shiny spots.
REAL poetic poetry.
REAL wordy words.
REAL fantastic fantasizing.
Monday, 5 January 2009
#2
surfacing slowly, wildly, freely, my heart is a magnet, -----freewheeling, across fields of concrete, and roads of hay, slow to a standstill, a focus, a loss.
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