a poem
possess me quickly
like high spiced food
a flood
cold clear water
fire sweeping through
backdraft
like sex
like sudden illness
down with a fever
felled like a tree
white pine
ax murderer
like death
a stroke
massive heart attack
concentrate
stick and rub
under pressure
diamondeap
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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