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Post by luceluna on Jan 22, 2002 6:07:10 GMT -5
Feral in your house, you lived - quiet and awake, fleeting as the womb and blue; mussels, caribou and flushed.
A falling of sense, surfacing down, circumstance a puma in purple viscosity, a willer of its prey -
You awake in a fool's millieu.
Cinders of your window, scythes, gape in confirmation.
Further: the neck of a crane, crescent; blooming with fur.
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Post by ScaryDan on Jan 22, 2002 16:52:50 GMT -5
mmm...millieu...*drool* (why is there no smiley for complete silliness?)
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