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Monday, July 27, 2009

Onwards and forwards
away from here.
Three sentences too long,
one zentense too short.
Finding the way
in the overall grid.
The pattern is made,
the machine, it moves,
close your eyes,
let the moment begin...
Posted by 100hands at 8:28 AM
Labels: Poetry
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