JoelJosol Posted May 18, 2009 Share Posted May 18, 2009 After removing my glasses, the smoke muffled the words, shuffled the meaning, twisted the way ahead like a slur. The acridity bites my ears like angry dogs tearing away not just fabric but my flesh from flesh. Outside the open window of the top-most floor, the air is sucked out to the edge of the concrete where I stood. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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