Tuesday, 17 September 2013

LBP2013

After all that noise, only silence

a stone that falls but never hits the ground

i am here and i am so cold in the water

now through the knees into the ground

the line that beyond us exists

the loosely tied and soon to let go

unmeaning #1

unmeaning #2

unmeaning #3

your fingers an army who marching


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