Friday, November 20, 2009

It’s all an utter betrayal, we were sold, river side.

And now the logs swim, next to us.
there’s nothing any one. Could.

Do.

taken, not in courage, not in white lights, hung out
Before our naked, eyes. Could you, and so you to hold.

Before our naked, eyes. Could you, and so you take hold.

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