lord, but it helped us to melt snow in our mouths

with the thirst of childhood zapping our brains

zebras stamping through the long track of our

ideas

we didn’t even see our parents blown to pieces

half-heartedly


* cod liver * twigs * rhythmic chatter *


these are the whole of my first years

09/14/2006

Posted on 05/13/2011
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