Tuesday, December 9, 2008
She Breathes
She is heavy like your skin, when you've been all day in the sun. And she moves me from within. With her sketches she's inside me.
She breathes, through water.
She is quiet like the bottom of a swimming pool, when all you hear are clicks, and taps.
She breathes, through water.
David Rice
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