Saturday, January 3, 2015

ALL MY DAYS AND NIGHTS

all my days and nights I throb inside with a purple heart heart that pumps concentric circles of light through my body, it goes into the air and drifts through my neighbourhood in search of a lady who is nowhere to be found. Into the storm drains, up over the power lines, down into the ocean it goes, but she is ensconced in a cave, surrounded by a thousand books, working working working away.

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