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May. 13th, 2009 01:04 pmYarn the color of
a phoenix feather is hanging
from the shower.
Balanced between
the clip-on tie and spinning wheel
I walk here to there.
Concetration wanes,
when cow-irkers meow at lunch.
Dear gods, my poor head...
a phoenix feather is hanging
from the shower.
Balanced between
the clip-on tie and spinning wheel
I walk here to there.
Concetration wanes,
when cow-irkers meow at lunch.
Dear gods, my poor head...