Thursday, October 1, 2009
Plump, watery
Breezy July, lavender tears (plump, watery) nostalgia crept where prisoners slept (liquid transactions, bathroom tiles colored with blood, urine, remorse). Why can't we unknow what makes us stiff, serious, stuffy? I want to look upon life with the same dreaminess, hopefulness and loveliness as I did before.
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