Monday, October 09, 2006

ice candy

to that stare...
i melt like ice, i burn as i freeze
i bleed of pebbles of salt
and of thorns of purple roses
hurricane of thoughts
withered leaves of memories
they hunt me and stab me
though i walk a cotton path...

- crunchy alugbati

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