Swollen
Fetid distance.
She manipulates
the isolation of sound.
Amorphous and stuck
It's distance again
calamity abides in dim lit reservoirs
spiked iced droplets entwined with
cells and arteries
April 3, 2010
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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
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