Sunday, 7 March 2010
Varieties of not speaking what is.
Going to happen tap at the window.
Sparrows cannot be let into the hall the door isn’t.
Where the window is when the window was where the door was.
There are many colours in the sky is a message found.
At the bottom of a wardrobe marked yardarm.
Accept that its hair was always that colour and.
There is no obvious difficulty matching identities.
The answer therefore is to keep walking.
Until the streets get a little less scary the stars a little closer.
There isn’t cherry blossom.
The escapologist is beautifully.
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