

The Envelopeand yesterday my soles hit the sand to the tune of rushing in and fading out, to the crashing of white foam around my ankles as if I were the one unfolding a brand-new body into the sunlight like that glowing lady of yore to whom stupid men give golden apples bribed by the prospect of beauty and love;The Envelope
the foam melts back into the Immense. my heels make indents in the damp grainy dirt-- wet and dry don't mean much-- and sandwiched between the rocks is a blank envelope overflowing with sand:
you might have once written me a letter and decided
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Siouxsie S.
Means loads to me
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"The camera can capture thoughts."
and thank you as well!
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Tafkag
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The camera never lies, so Abode gave us Photoshop.
thank you
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