Friday, March 29, 2013

4231. THE AGE OF FALLING DOWN

THE AGE OF FALLING DOWN
Make me metal, tin ear, hard-shake
powerhouse girl from the far north of
Heaven. Filter my matter through the
sieve of your being. I am holding open
this empty bag of me. Everything is
spilling out. Oh dear what can
the matter be? Oh dear, what
 can the matter be? 

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