We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I wrote this two autumns ago.
I love dwarves.
They seem ever so
sure of themselves.
They can feel the earth's rumble.
Hear it's heart beat.
As it tears itself.
Mends itself.
And waits.
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