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dotted lines between vision and submission the wavy schism benefitting just one bare-rythm, your valour bites hard into greywhite flesh producing mottled,clotted strings that harden lumpy. all the fun of the fayre encompassed in a single balloon,which takes a flight of fancy, stripping the sky of any hue as it vanishes. my skeletal fragility is momentarily gnawed upon,by tiny voles who skitter up the tree i thought to be spiny.my carcass stretched, you beat upon it with tiny fists,pounding the tempo my frayed feet skip. |
This is quite the nice invention here, I like the imagery created and the tone held throughout the piece, and you can never beat skeletal fragility. Cheerio for this one. | Posted on 2007-05-08 00:00:00 | by yonkit | [ Reply to This ] | |