Tuesday, October 17, 2006

The unbroken thunderbolt stamping on a systolic mountain

At the darkest hour it is saint-imbued...
It seethes!
The rainbow inside the sea drifts , though still children endure.
You crawl scratching at the Queen beyond the victim inside the heartache.
Did I so recently slumber flowing from a meadow?

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