NOW HOW WOUND SOW?
ein-eyed, Wednesday bears
some sloppy breath, a broke
word, gasped out, if heard.
herded buildings stand before
a storm, never wrought, no
rain, all the moisture was already
here.
Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...
NOW HOW WOUND SOW?
June 2nd, 2010 by Zack
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