from an ice desert
reflections and notes to self
Thursday, August 18, 2011
maybe
rolling stone is me
maybe the river will throw me to the bank
where the grass and moss grows neck high!
maybe a fish will swallow me,
a fisher will catch it,
while gutting it
will just roll me away to the banks...
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