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February 22, 2013

An invisible hand

writting short verses

it’s fingers are slaves

worms with nails

carrying heavy words

through the page of the desert.

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4 Comments
  1. Unique and fine writing, enjoyed.

  2. Short and precise. You pick your words well.

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