Friday, December 15, 2006

Rants in Chants

Unable
is prose
is feeling
are sentences

Broken
are words
are thoughts
is heart

Trickled
are dwellings
are swellings
is hurt

Pitied
is me
is time
are them

Dreamt
are things
are materials
is size

Denied
are hopes
are senses
is it

Finished
is strength
is cash
is this

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