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Bugs (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I don't mind so much when insects explode on my windshield. So colorful these small Picassos Thin green wings splay over a jealous yellow blur shimmery silver plays on a fluid blue signature. The way humans die is not so vivid. Slowly browning and wilting. Inside, a monochrome.

god'swife 10-Jun-04/12:10 PM
Sounds like you're really making strides. Little by little is how all the best have described it.

I've never been happier. My husband indulges my every whim, my son is growing bigger and more beautiful each day. I have absolutely nothing to complain about. How's things with you?




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