Sephyrus
A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Bill
Quiet like me, a ghost
appearing behind wooden
desks- oh! Now past the
vinyl hall. "Keep up with
him," she hollered. The
echo rippled his shirt.
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