Friday, June 19, 2009

in the woodland they chop the trees down



I am taking away the room

the long room

when it rains

I listen to the radio.



As night progresses



it is getting dark

the woods are getting closer


bracelets

Acanthus


you just look out

from the letter box


not saying goodbye

you never said goodbye.



it wasn't even raining.

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