![]() Arm In The WindA Poem by AnalgesiaWondering whether there’s something other Than falling face first into pools Falling face first for you Perhaps a poets purpose is to love Perhaps to pretend Until then I’ll just have my arm in the wind Reaching for passing cars and trying to forget All the times I mistook synapses for symbiosis © 2010 AnalgesiaReviews
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2010 Last Updated on June 27, 2010 AuthorAnalgesiaFLAboutI've settle into a routine: I'll stew in my own words for a few months, then, when there's been enough rumination I'll dispatch some sort of half cocked pile of context riddled with pretension and lov.. more..Writing
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