12 September 2009

Stealing from Macy's

JS is write teacher

to. Loosen up! That's it
Now, associate thought
with one day when i was
a kid i found a blue

dis. What really words
Can do how they patter
like rain in my hands, cool
become hottt drops in a real
panthers bound to catch

thr. Patterns of loss cracked
Something will dance where
the air gets in. I'm blind
from punishing my eyes image
the air get sin, rottten

tee. The best we can do
Eponymous, lasting handsome
hands fault line-e-eye closed
finally we feel what we want
drizzle detritus now that's loose!

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