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Stories of C

A post a day of the old aqua archives...because I can't bear to see them buried. Those who know...already know.

Monday, October 22, 2007

A
quick
silver
thought
jumps across my brain
like a flash of sunlight
on the chrome trim of a
shiny
black
sports car

and when I blink I find
that just like the
speeding car
it is
gone

and I can not
hope
to catch it.
Posted by Angelfish at 5:00 AM

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