4 Sep 2012

Tuesday Filter

yes I huddle I hear myself say too. I huddle and I crouch. in this corner, me under this hood. me in this grey corner under this grey hood. I wear grey jeans, and I speak greyly. you might notice me walking passed - that grey area down there; the grey volume, hardly-moving, grey-humming. this corner and here me crouched; a crouched zone. grey, level-huddled and walked-passed you might recall. something grey, you might later remember. but I doubt it: grey is the color of forget that I wear. in this I forgotten zone. this I you walk passed.

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