see if you see
the thinking
three of which
are we
fleshing bursts
the unconnected
of all directions
hinged only
once and
found on
all maps
to everywhere
waiting to love
waiting to love
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
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waiting for the third, bursting flesh and bam!
My love no longer waits, the little umlaut is alive and wriggling with glee.
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