Liquid
The heat is so hot...Ice is placed before
Fans... can the air
Become different?
Over the road tonight
Someone sings of love
Then rushes helicoptery
Far far away from
Here.
Come and care in the winter...
Chancers.
I'm looking at your number.
You are merely away looking
Up the ladder.
Poetry by jenks

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Written on 2011-08-19 at 23:58




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