Holding bones in the palm of my hand
I spit sunflowers to the ground, to the ground
Where the sun falls with a sound around
the sunken bus tracks,
a mound of cables and dead electricity.
posted by Adam Kroeker @ 8:23 a.m.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Holding bones in the palm of my hand
I spit sunflowers to the ground, to the ground
Where the sun falls with a sound around
the sunken bus tracks,
a mound of cables and dead electricity.
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1 Comments:
now that's it has been a while since the post, i'll admit that I just made it up!
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