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Created on: June 16, 2008
Bug
Running flat out
Antennae waving
Legs churning, skittering
Eyes flat at the roaring
Hard white, white of a tile floor.
Sky motions thunder pink and
Bruise black a booming, shaking.
Path blocked, pressure hot
Pain shot.
Body broke, legs caught
Darkness.death
Shoe stomped.
You see before a path blocked?
Running hard and cold view.
And time's a shoe
That stomps.
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Running flat out
Antennae waving
Legs churning, skittering
Eyes flat at the roaring
Hard white, white of a tile floor.
Sky
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