Tuesday, January 1, 2013

"Notes Scribbled in a Ripped Page"

Was in the woods for many days, but coming.
Growing in the woods but done now and coming
Losing thought
It grows slow while I thought losing
Writing too hard but must tell
All green when first saw
Vines thorns leaves hungry
Green mouth not food
Not food
Outside door
Losing thought
Losing me
Green came took away thought took away me
Green here now
Not food
Thought food
[unintelligible scribbles]

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