Sometimes what He has left me with, reminds me of a"scratch and sniff".
The buds on my tongue begin to rattle, and soon my words begin to taddle.
What do I make of this taddle to be, comming from inside of me?
Place it in front of my eyes to see what the "scratch and Sniff", has brought out to be?
Something never seen befor. I ponder,and wonder out to find the door, furthest out of me.
The door that enters humanity then back inside of me,
for yet another day.that He may know. I moved around the bonding space with some grace.
2006-09-11
00:27:26
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