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of people and places (final cut)I (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I was studying the pattern of a tile mosaic once. I couldn't tell you how many colors there were. Or shades of colors. Or how many there were. Each tile a little frame occupying it's own space. No competition or noise. Just being part of the whole.

god'swife 17-Dec-02/3:54 PM
Did I call you pretentious? That's just my word du jour. We are all pretentious fucks. Anyway you are not who you think you are, you are not even who I think you are, but what's worst of all, I am not who you think you are, I am just some silly girl trying to make it.




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