A poem a day to the Millennium December 9, 1999
changing way
I have no words left my mouth and eyes are dry while colors run riot surging and purging old thoughts old names old skins I'll wake tomorrow to a new day
my mouth and eyes are dry
while colors run riot
surging and purging
old thoughts
old names
old skins
I'll wake tomorrow
to a new day
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