I dress myself in the uneven tones of unknown tongues

[alibaba11]

Amidst the fog I become a time traveler

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[alloftheoptions]

your poetry is the shit.
poetry rocks.

looking forward to bloomington? i know i am. its gonna be awesome to hang out with you again.

[terriblyinept]

I went to a friend's tonight;
there was no one there.

Someone had been walking with me,
but somewhere over the hill things turned
sandy and whether into the mire
or the mist,
it seems my one companion has gone.

What a tragic turn to
not look down and see
my arms, my legs, my feet.

But ghosts, we persevere.