Let that wild, wild imagination flow, Lolita.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
No one seems tall anymore.
Heave drops contain weak acid
Small bridges fall hard.
Reality is distant from searching eyes,
and no one seems tall anymore.
I've not caught up;
But only grown accustomed
to the true features of people.
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