Peacock Feathers.

Aug 18, 2006 15:17

Today shall we say has a little bit of humour
For a few days I've anguished painfully
I am loosing my sleep in happenstace I cannot control
I steal a car
Visit a friend
Meet myself
Feeling like a half finnished house
to a half finnished home.

This lame on-the-spot poetry is brought to you by the letter Æ and the number ?0.
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