under music, bending waves, falling backwards, gently, thin, wet leaves, and prickles drinking liquor-thin starlight and citrus divine underneath balm, and dark green eyes, and air makes this thick, and moody, and minding, and trickling, and twisting; and flying between Drunken Steps and maroon camouflage,
and there's not a dry eye in the place, i swear, when you set down and finally grieve for this, live through this, trying-times-conquer this, and time life and manage these ages gone by. can you mourn for it, really? all that lost sunshine, and twilight arcadia, and rocks breaking rocks in gaping excitement, and the last breath of corelight is filed away slowly, and gives off steam through a small little hole; and i can't end this, not really, without setting myself down in defeated entropy sprawling out on the ground and melting, benignly -bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
