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Friday, January 13, 2012

Yes She Could

Another attempt at contrived writing. Grammar has probably been stabbed multiple times and left to die on a cobbled street where buses don't often ply.

She slept to a lullaby that she could just about not hear.
She approached a land that she could just about not remember.
She breathed a whisper that she could just about not utter.
She pictured a landscape that she could just about not convey.
Someone was waiting, she could just about not delay.
She awoke to a new day.