Saturday, July 09, 2005
after galeano
i can’t sleep. there is a poet stuck between the love lines of my palms. and i would tell him to get out if i could, but there is a poet stuck inside the cradle of my bones and tendons.
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2 comments:
The interview was really interesting. Glad you posted the link to your blog.
Pris
love this
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