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Saturday, October 24, 2009

whether head or heart both are full of blood

both know somewhere what they want

shapeless form

dreaming heart

basked in the darkness surrounded by ribs

dreaming head

swimming in senses knowing it will end

goodnight
Posted by anti at 11:42 PM

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