Friday Sep 30, 2005

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something special comes
its shapeless
yet longness
provides it with
shortlessness
somehow its blanket like
cold shroud soft darkless night
no breeze to ride on
why needed? not knowing how
making its own float boat
sailing soft grey-white cloud
it comes
sky:
oh i still have the odd boob flashing moment in my journal, don't you worry tongue

thank you for commenting on my set.

xx
damnation_game:
your talking boout jelly , no custard ... ummm if i had a phone id ring through my answer!! dammit mad

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