Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, February 3, 2013

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I tear at my hair, ripping scalp and mind together. I bawl at the sky, baring my skin to a summer rain. Lightning strikes my fancy.

5 comments:

  1. Great re-imagining of tired old phrases.

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  2. Thanks. I have no idea what I'm doing. I need to write. I have a creative urge, but it's eaten by photography.

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  3. Then why do you need to write? You completed the class obligation.

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  4. Then I'm sure you'll figure out something.

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