quando io vado a piedi, non lascio impronte
le neve rigano attaverso il ghiacco sono lasciati
linee perfetto e dune in 2-D
quando corro, vedo il mio respiro
aria fantasma spuzza fuori e su
piume in casi simili i fonsoli in il collo
dal parlamento morto lungho
guess what's it's from!
working title
This blog, formerly fiction and poetry only, just took on a new role: full-time personal blog. Expect to see a mixture of reflective prose as well as the standard, poetic fare. 
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
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