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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Featherless

Contoured within the walls of my mind is a tree with a tilt,
Facing the water of my eyes is a branch that got built,
I faced the thousand suns,
I weighed a million tonnes,
And I found another feather dressed in a kilt.

Posted by 100hands at 4:29 AM
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