Sephyrus
A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Monday, October 27, 2008
Burning
It burns here.
Under the
river.
That sand is
yellow and
red.
It's telling me
to be
silent.
Hold your breath
and listen.
______.
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Jen
October 29, 2008 at 9:35 AM
I love this poem so much. So much.
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I love this poem so much. So much.
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