A burning desire to capture and bottle the passing breeze; to articulate the unspoken; to describe the seasons of the coming waves; to dress the scents of the hidden encounters; to perpetuate the dying drama; and to warn of the approaching fury of the unknown. On this adventure, you are invited to share with me, my cup of tea.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Shredder In My Mind
Your mawkish choice to make your heart a museum Of our past encounters is the least of my bothers I will however not fail to let you know That I have already shredded that past from my mind
2 comments:
S-c-at-h-i-n-g!
Thanks NY.
I am 'on leave' from this wall. Enjoying your blog as usual.
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