A rolling stone gathers no moss; A rolling rock gathers no...

17 November 2009

Vessel

I let the cord out on my boat too far.
Dragonflies were live; this was once a planet
in the making. We grew up really fucking

fast. Pretty girls look back, wear their hand
on their head, this is now. Distance is always
something you can see. I wish this was graphite.
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