April 2009
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apropos.
honelix:pilarelizabethv: A perfect cup of coffee, an equally apropos mug; Push their scent up swirling towards an infinite form Of horizon, these lines we make up with eyes, Make sense of all these angles, perspectives Pulsing and crossing, swing like Tarzan On ropes of binding Particles from see To shining sea.
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Not Looking to Imaginary Figments.
You with that 1” thick (not Armani) elastic statement, taught and squeezing hold of eyes. You, with the downward punching picket sign BANG!-BOOM!!-PLAZOW!!! when she finally leaves Quack’s table; the one who saves lives. You, the one I thought into existence. Yet, I am the one that is always wrong.