Saturday, March 20, 2010

And?

And bold, like wheat sifted through the long, pale fingers of a woman's name forgotten, I drew in my breath like a cloak around me and forgave.

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  1. i meant to comment here, then forgot. but now, finally, and only after countless hours of crusading through cobwebbed corners of my consciousness long since forgotten, has my self--bloodied and boisterously beaten--regained the sense to employ control of those tissues responsible for--slowly but surely--raising thumb at your imagery.

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