Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Not beyond the bills

Our
"I love us"
Was not okayed.
The chiromancers
Mumbled unintelligibly.
Undettered,
I proffered to draw a new line
But,
Cut too deep.
They shifted me yesterday,
To general ward.
You see,
It costs less
And
I have not been missed.
Yet.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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