turning stones in my hands.
pebbles pushing the ocean.
solvent auctions exempt my whole.
all the pieces are strange.
the picture is broken.
but i can remember
the colors. the shapes.
i am not real anymore.
but i know i once was.
i am not strong anymore.
but i will be.
weakness is my epiphany.
addiction finds the edges.
soon, the rest will come.
Tuesday
5/29/2007 12:13:00 AM
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