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A Fool's Errand (Free verse) by ALChemy

Disembodied from the populous, hanging from the coattails of god. The poet, artist, storyteller bleed their wrists for levity. For the aerial view intoxicates and the loss of blood is redeeming. And divine knowledge such a tasty carrot for the ass.

INTRANSIT 4-Jun-05/8:29 AM
bleed their wrists seems cliche. the rest is true.




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