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Posted by on Jul 24, 2007


Made by what we desire,

I struggle to find words

to give flight to want.

I stand, evolving,

crouching, whinching,

delving into my

mystical eye,

Seeding future plots

with ravenous fruits,

with bulbs of brilliant flowers.

Listening to sounds of the earth,

plodding along (what do I want?)

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