nothingness
echoes
of the grailed depths
of your nudge
into mine
posted by name of the rose at 12:22 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
Friday, August 27, 2004
of the grailed depths
of your nudge
into mine
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