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Red

sdoubinsky — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 11:02:58 +0000

The heart is pink
lips are blue
revolutions are lost

red is a liar

EL SEBBO

sdoubinsky — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 09:36:39 +0000

White is the easiest metaphor

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sdoubinsky — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 06:31:58 +0000

A beautiful car
is nothing
compared to
a good conversation

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sdoubinsky — Thu, 29 May 2008 08:26:31 +0000

What we could say
is hidden
behind our words

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sdoubinsky — Fri, 23 May 2008 06:15:02 +0000

I am wearing shades
because I am afraid
my eyes might exist

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sdoubinsky — Tue, 13 May 2008 12:38:28 +0000

sun goes down moon comes up
I hold one in each hand

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sdoubinsky — Fri, 09 May 2008 12:30:15 +0000

the apple-tree is blossoming
the songs of the birds again have meaning

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sdoubinsky — Wed, 07 May 2008 14:38:54 +0000

I am writing a poem in my garden
the sun at the periphery of my thoughts

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sdoubinsky — Thu, 01 May 2008 09:55:44 +0000

When things fall
objects happen

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sdoubinsky — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 12:24:03 +0000

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