Spam Poetry

August 11th, 2006
The body is a slave of habit. Even with death a few
transcribers. And fast this is a matter of life or death!
stations had picked up the discharge static
In the open air now I could hear the sirens
pulled her to me, kissing her, knowing that this solved
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One Response to “Spam Poetry”

  1. Amaya on August 14, 2006 2:41 pm

    How strangely, peacefully beautiful

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