Saturday, March 13, 2004
Depletion has the wreckage
By friction, is learned
The fatigue which becomes firm
Scanty, you lighten the clothing of my life
Which the new purchase cannot do
My hair, which I do not know,
Surfaces the earth of traveling
The depletion has the wreckage
The sweat is thick
Under the grime and the sweat
Is the ponder of my temple
I feverishly utter my central sound
Under pounding
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