Saw Palmetto
Friday, January 27, 2012
I Speak
I speak the babble creek.
His ears closed sad and around he looks.
I bleed blood, retreat, breach, and seak.
The crowded path black as soot soot black.
I speak the babble creek.
I speak.
I speak.
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