There's a teeny tiny radical butterfly which is violently kicking me in my stomach!!!
posted by batool @ 4:56 AM
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Beauty in Dissonance
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head felt, About my feet the sea I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,-- This gave me that precious gait Some call experience.
Monday, February 13, 2006
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