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A hard life (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

From pristine shelter into stoic virgin vastness Travelling through the whiteness of time standing still. To tunnel into an individual world and sit staring jigging. A pull. Finger tracing the hash marked flesh and freedoming. Striking bundling returning To his sweet prune and raisins that use Nothing more.

poetandknowit 11-Dec-02/10:15 PM
I see, so you are drunk too.




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