Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Fortune-Teller

The fortune-teller predicts:
you will turn out fine, live life, fly high.
You claim her edifice,
and smiled smug above her sighs.

She hummed deep vibrations,
only your worm did sense.
And that night, you dreamt of
a sadness none understands.

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