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Friday, July 23, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wilderness 55
I had a dream that I fell in the woods.
Vines grew over me.
Bugs crawled through my hair.
A little bird came and sipped at the rainwater that had pooled in my upturned ear.
Eventually, the worms and fungi finished off what was left of me.
And none of them even said, "Thank you."
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