Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Careful now,
Those are venomous weeds.

And what happens to a man who never eats?!

Lies, lies.
There's something beneath.

Oh ouch.
The anger
The struggle to keep secret
The angst given with love found in the dark

Well that was no fall
But a leg lost in a disaster
An icicle from the overhang
Slicing!
Sliced me in half.
Limp leg.

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