28 November 2011

Poorly Torn

We must have been in a hurry this time.  The papers are ripped up at odd angles and folded haphazardly for this batch:

always
giant
ferociously
dies
orange
whispers

---
calm
growth
strangely
steal
benign
crates

---
Deeply
quaking
inward
womb-like
line

---
cowardly
crossing
into
ripped
fervor

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