Thursday, May 12, 2011
bloom where you're planted
the wind agitating an endless room of curtains, each of its own sense and thickness. battering wings of all the pigeons in the square taking flight. stutter beat of the suddenly woken heart, feverish between the un and the consciousness which it kicks off like sheets. wonderous flickering of 1000 eyelids.
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