Jul 10, 2005 00:55
Went to a corner store and purchased a book of matches.
Lit all those sticks up and watched them slowly burn.
Collected the ashes and rubbed them on my palms and hands.
Blown away in the beauty of my black fingernails.
sorry poem but thanks all for comments, good or bad
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In the info i ask that everyone critique at least twice as much as they post. dont slow down or delete, just do a little of both. thank you.
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in contradition to the content i found it light hearted and almost sing-song like. was bopping along the whole way.
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