Thursday, May 21, 2009


Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

~Dylan Thomas
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  1. Emma GiniMay 21, 2009 at 12:11 PM

    i am crouching just yonder over hill
    with a matted hair and dirty feet
    whispy limbs and a throbbing heart
    maybe a small flower
    dead in my palms
    and beautiful
    and i will bring this flower home
    to our home
    and we will put it in water and it will sprout roots
    and grow into a flower tree

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