Friday, March 18, 2005
Color of the movement
By the corner -
a large captivating brush -
over and far break the laughter.
It corrodes the color of the movement.
I break away the definition of the
root of the trunk
I educate it
to loam in the sweat of my palms.
I am wasted away by the night prior.
The negative poison
away from my blood works on,
in order to make way for the color.
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