tiny verses

November 24, 2005 on 8:37 pm | In poem | 1 Comment

[here there]

Here we were there
where we was at
war with words.

[moving along]

Traveling narcissism always
embarks upon its own journey
towards another.

[snow is gone]

Why, it melted when
the world was free
from freezing.

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  1. narcissism’s scissors
    eat the
    sky and
    all
    be
    low
    un
    til
    it
    snows!

    Comment by Amy — November 24, 2005 #

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