Monday, 8 April 2013

7:

'In the child of the soul the trees wander.'
That's what he whispered to me.

He was the master of pretentious clap
trap: he thought it made him sound

intelligent and mystical but it only
made me want to pull his tongue

from his mouth and preserve it in a jar
with a label that said:  silence is better.








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