March 2000
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Out came the noise, bright with fury. Out stretched the punishment, the burning old ones set ashes in the retarded ground. As though color, color in my mind, and the way scent changes, as though color, I reappeared here. Unbelievable that I am deniable to such short men. They reach my thighs and that is only a dream. What is a dream? Honestly? Bring out the noise and I can show you. The punishment, will tell you. The dream, as though color, I am reappearing here. To you. I am reappearing, as the metaphor, out came the noise. Bright with fury. ©AMTAM |
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