iamlamepoeTRY writer to hide

Oct 21, 2005 23:00

someone must know
how hot and slow
trying to find
self in piles
of leaves
of ants
of trees
of pants.

And somwerethere
is all little trials that tell what is wrong and what is wright so that fun is but a bight into the bright light and this somehwre is everywhere and i want it stopped from dumbity alone grown. Yeah there it would be if i only planted the seed. The seed's packae, hope in time for the rope to be cut and all loose there owuld ride away the spirit of the only one left.
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