seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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cobwebs (II)

They told me
all my hair would fade
from black to dusk
and the way
my paper cranes looked
broken and crippled
would relfect
the taste of my cooking.
If I fall asleep and arise
with lines across my face,
then I am blessed
but never believe men
with fallen arches
and flat feet,
for they are insecure
and milk you dry.

14:45 - 28 October, 2003

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