Wednesday, October 10, 2007

A strange sort of clanging in the sepia gardens of youth past.


Revisitation


Rest. Flickering light bulbs. Falling, tired, into arms I didn't know of. Daddy, daddy. Rolling over. Oblivious.

Sureal surrender. take me home. I know who I want.

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