One foresees
the cat as it dives into
a lost liquid. There is
water on the the stove;
blue, color in heat.
A frightening ability—
admonished in myself;
an open hole
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
One foresees
the cat as it dives into
a lost liquid. There is
water on the the stove;
blue, color in heat.
A frightening ability—
admonished in myself;
an open hole
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