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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Wires
There's wire at my feet.
And a ghost at the door.
It woke me right up.
It got me to the floor.
And I'm smiling
Just to breathe.
What a wicked grin.
I'm shaking, I'm free
I just want to go back to in.
Tired, aggressive,
impeached.
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Hospital Quiet
Photos and some words. I take pictures just to take them. I write words just to write them. Then I get sleepy and put them together. This is the erring result of that.
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