Food from Thought


Ain’t no cure.
February 19, 2008, 6:36 am
Filed under: Pensation | Tags: , , , , ,

sometimes Silly is soundest
it’s the surest sand I’ve seen
protecting me from
mondays and the sanities between

but sometimes Sane is safer
the solid sanded scene
protects me from their
stares and my dilapidated dreams


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