As I lay on my side
Rocks and sticks poking my ribs
I feel wonderfully imperfect
A testament to the harmony of the universe
The balance that is so unassuming
Like a an insect
Unaware
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Submitted:Sep 2, 2007 Reads: 91 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
As I lay on my side
Rocks and sticks poking my ribs
I feel wonderfully imperfect
A testament to the harmony of the universe
The balance that is so unassuming
Like a an insect
Unaware
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