Winterscore ©
Saturday, January 29, 2011
With just one hand
With just one hand
I want to sweep away the hill
I want to push my palm
On top of mountains, until
Within seconds
I've reversed the work of glaciers
Returned the land to flatness
With my fingers like erasers
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