Juice
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sound
The leaves on the branch
swayed silently
as the wind
cushioned their courtship.
The river rushed past
getting stuck in a rapid,
swirling, swirling.
My left eye was bloodshot
for seven days and seven nights.
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