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Purple symmetry Knives Slices of chemistry Dry Nestled on the stove I know why I wasn’t told. All the measurements on the rim And the layers paper thin Heavier than yesterday Is the new glass I almost tripped. Reflexes move fast. Scoops of jelly Spoons Slippery symmetry After I am finish Impatiently My thoughts diminish On the couch In grocery dreaming I devour the meaning. My words are young. I test contents on my tongue. I rode the gluey spread Because my thoughts were sandwiched When I taste the bread
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 3:44 PM UTC
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Purple symmetry Knives Slices of chemistry Dry Nestled on the stove I know why I wasn’t told. All the measurements on the rim And the layers paper thin Heavier than yesterday Is the new glass I almost tripped. Reflexes move fast. Scoops of jelly Spoons Slippery symmetry After I am finish Impatiently My thoughts diminish On the couch In grocery dreaming I devour the meaning. My words are young. I test contents on my tongue. I rode the gluey spread Because my thoughts were sandwiched When I taste the bread
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 3:44 PM UTC
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