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Wooden woman waiting outside of a grocery store in North Berkeley Made tired by time, chips of wood had fallen in masses from her body, entire aspects of her anatomy had eroded away-- most of her nose, her left ear, her right cheek, her ******* half her stomach She had been a tree, torn apart, reassembled in the form of a female human being, no sign of life in her sightless gaze I guess she’s gone now, after all those years I went to look for her and found only an antique shop with a peculiar name at the address where she should have been I would have liked to have seen her one last time, this statue that fascinated and frightened me as a child I’m glad she’s gone, though-- She resemble less and less a woman, was becoming clearly merely wood cut into tiny pieces and glued together She resembled less and less a woman, and I’m glad she was killed before she ceased to be art
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
The Wooden Woman
Mysteries in gravity As gravity falls It also rises up But gravity falls. A little boy is finding Mysteries in gravity And other mysteries too, Because Mysteries in gravity As gravity falls It also rises up But gravity falls. He finds some Paranormal monsters In a sleepy creepy town of Oregon that is called Gravity Falls. Yes I said Gravity Falls Oh Gravity Falls
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Mysteries in Gravity