its not rubbed raw hands,
and it's not long, tiring hours,
it's more like to
watching life fade away as i'm
speeding faster
and faster
to carry the load that you can't
carry
yourself
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
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Like a weaver weaves thread to create a beautiful rug, I'd like to think that I can weave words to create a beautiful picture that varies with each person that reads them. Here are my word-pictures.
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