08.08.2011 - behind this desk, frozen computer the echo of my displeasure.
08.08.2011 - my father nurtured glasses of liquor, a favor to us daily.
08.08.2011 - i was astute to those sidewalk tears that would herald his torments...fade.
08.08.2011 - he could be nothing more but the long wail of solitary trumpets.
08.08.2011 - watched my visions shout cloudbursts in my upturned face-drench me with possibilities.
08.08.2011 - rode the wave of sound, only a human voice can pronounce with beauty.
08.08.2011 - walking through dingy doors with airs, girl please! you're the bark on palm trees!
08.08.2011 - i grazed my tongue against the rough edge of un-cooked life-check please!
08.08.2011 - walking through dingy doors with airs, girl please! you're the bark on palm trees!
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