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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It has a nice feel to it that says "im not prose. im not to be taken lightly." it kinda lingers, which is really good in poetry.
However, beyond that, it seems to lack reason. and that is also just as important in this art.
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