the collective clatter of performing art and falling books.
Tonight I enter the eye of the storm once more,
but this time I refuse to return until
my belly is full of good things.
Thursday, 20 September 2012
A Gut Full
Today has been a day of wet dog feet, condensated windows,
the collective clatter of performing art and falling books.
Tonight I enter the eye of the storm once more,
but this time I refuse to return until
my belly is full of good things.
the collective clatter of performing art and falling books.
Tonight I enter the eye of the storm once more,
but this time I refuse to return until
my belly is full of good things.
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