Contraption
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Forgetting
we could depend on a sharp glance
a very likely possibility
as she bent to desire. the sun
jumping through a region altered.
she gave a too large smile;
he grunted, glanced at us, worried.
then, we said nothing about it.
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