Compass
volatile spirit slide thru
teeth : meaty center
(it takes much) hunger to enter ---
reach out & touch --------------------- is
sense a
(cautious)intheun(conscious) compass
is it worth ------------ making a mess --------
pitterpatter balance(d vertigo veins)
'nothing ventured, nothing gained'
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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