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appropriation (Free verse) by nentwined

a comment dashed against the rocks of my mind spreads into waves that reverbrate into words that aren't words that were in the comment and a new idea dawns rising slowly over the ruins of the old cityline of ideas a winged creature rising from the ashes of itself to itself through itself and creating a new being gently suspended in the air

horus8 16-Jul-02/3:47 PM
Phoenix gets really hot this time of year. when River died, I died.




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