fables (for m-)
One world earns enders over makers and one world, this one, means more than march of dimes and you choose, there with the lost and withered parts of flowers to be among the seashells and war-skins of tired monsters drinking in stares from broken saints that passed Augustine on the way to where he came from bending down for any pretty stare. I�ve watched you waste away a miracle in the morning once but now, left loosely in the cellar of human disdain a thought cast aside for it�s ease a cell with no need of locks (you�ve forgotten there is an �outside�) But once, along the fragrance of your neck was a patch of perfect skin the pulled free when you smiled and ran so high above the earth that every voice rose in a choiral thunder Now, you are one long strip mall and the wrecking ball is on it�s way. you, once the pride of hoards the life of ageless charm, it turns out you threw ashes to the wind and now even your face is disappearing.
2004-10-22 | 10:47 a.m.
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