if i could,
i'd erase every memory
you hate,
and attach them to
white winged birds
look, they're flying
away
and it's alright to
love the
future
Friday, August 24, 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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