Wednesday, November 19, 2014

6087. IN CARPATHIA

IN CARPATHIA
So much is said, and as much is said the same is
sad. The dead deer is still lodged in the windshield.
I will lock my doors whenever. I see ice and I see
snow. Yet, my life is a disgusting bungle.
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The last statement defines me : there's a hermit in
the forest, sitting by his table, smoking on his pipe.

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