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Sensory Overload.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

poem.

Immortality
in black and white.
Serifed or sans.
The reduction of
all-that-I-am
to this collection of
disembodied words.
Can all-that-I-feel
be expressed
in a string of letters?
Or is this simply another
lame attempt at
leaving a mark?
A stain
that will be smudged out
by the next passerby...
Posted by Caro at 1:17 AM

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