Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Bubbles catch the light separated, and float to the ground.
Creak, clack.
My shadowed legs protrude through the top of my head. Some say that you can't see something that isn't there, but I can still see my shadow.
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