A bolt.
Drawn from the past.
Slung at the present.
Bulleting powerful and prescient.
Her craziness pollutes the loveliness.
Teetering decline buoyed by living energy.
Needy.
And devastatingly worthy.
Gentle steps and a little deflect.
Keep it circumspect.
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Thursday, 14 April 2011
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