| Anew, askew Punched and blue The sky agrees divinely Bunched and sublimely true I flee, Passively random and flirtatious Discreet and tenacious be Caves cry occasionally Fresh and clotted I met challenge cryptically Firm and spotted Patterns indian burn and break Into pain that relaxes Soon enough Seering, rough and scarring Opening up Tooned and tough Loved enough in time Slow, such thorough crimes On paper, but not in life. |
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| Written October 6th 2003 @ 16:00 Out in Stanley lying in a large field with a couple good pals |