Benjamin's Pixellated Arcade
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Drowning Shelley
Clouds drift
above scattered
fragments
A lock of auburn,
like clipped
Faery's wing,
buoys
with mysterious
levity
free from
the weight
of foundering
bark
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