Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Smallest Mercies Can Save A Soul Comments

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I want to disappear now, into the smell of books, old ink,
Moldy columns and perfumes of dried flowers.
What keeps us alive, bundled into these bodies,
Are incoherent strings of dna the gods of our existence,
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Patti Masterman
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