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[emophobe77]

tiny round birds on the willows of the birch
chirping in the euclyputus at the edge of the ring
digging in the sand infront of the jumps

they have tiny mahogany heads
and feast on red berries
until they are drunken

drunken ----

the poem ends. the paper has been tattered snatched ripped out of my hand, and destroyed. and now there is no more.

Comments

[yhancik]

you should scan it as it was (or the ripped out part was.. part of the story ? :P)

[emophobe77]

as soon as i GET A SCANNER on my 18th Birthday!!!

[yhancik]

ohhhhhhh yes, it's THIS YEAR isn't it ? :D

[gloompixie]

Wow...I like...I like...