Citron et Pamplemousse

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

bricks

bricks spell death
bricks spell fate

they are the  foundation
the weapon

a symbol of solidity

of sinking low
slowly
pa inf  ully   slowly

into the murky depths of the sea's gaping wounds

-Pamplemousse

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