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Post by Steve on Oct 10, 2005 5:02:22 GMT -5
*so, this was written awhile ago..and quite frankly, it confused me the first two times i read it...really i am just posting this to see if anyine has suggestions
A week later a pair of finger nails struggle To peel it from the sidewalk, The tips broken and fractured being caught in the Harsh texture of the cement
Silk lining gives it pleasure as it is carried through the city.
Before they lay here, warping the polyurethane (the immediate area has grown the color of a cataract), A craving hand counted them out. Organized into towers of ten. Organized more than the man of said hand. His wires broken and frayed his eyes show no glow Ever since he witnessed his substitute while earning his retirement.
The towers of ten will bring her back again. When placed into the large palm that hovers at the corner of 5th and Market He will find her through the whiteness and the lightness and new weightlessness of his mind.
Assumption is needed during this time of limbo, Everything has its dark age, for it is not known how they managed a p a t h To The Toddler. But to the toddler… All of this means nothing anyhow.
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