Posted February 15th, 2007 by JennyWren
I feel I'm sinking in a mire,
But I'm not really sinking. I float
At the top, arms outstretched,
Slowly turning.
I must be waiting,
Bobbing in the brownness they called a new dress.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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