the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Mixy

As the plastic spins in symmetry,
I attempt to bring you near to me
With words as reused as the alphabet.
A, B, C, D, I took the E and got an F,
I'll leave out the things I meant to forget:
How many lines went in,
How does a sentence. End
A new one, begin with old grapes and gripe
For a lack of better words, this will be trite.

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