Saturday, July 10, 2010

50-hole 

'maybe this time' the tiny voice whispers
shivers down my cochleal curve reaching
through my sp            rt, inner hairs
standing on                 tter enunciated
vibrating                   n the inbetween.
'how could                   ?' another whines
from within                  is passed
'how could he               pty? so alone?' 
'why?' wound up, each message reaches
the homunculus inside and settles, gets absorbed.
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  1. KendraJuly 10, 2010 at 11:47 AM

    hm it didn't work...silly blogspot. there should have been a hole there made by blank spaces

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