Friday, December 7, 2012

Pincombie

Pincombie

Pincombie,
my friend.
The End.
For I don't know,
what to do.
Find what you love.

Pincombie,
my friend.
It's nothing I want,
than to be left,
to wander.
Yet be fed and housed.

Pincombie,
my friend,
is a word I made up,
just because.


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When you ask for words they find you.
When you ask for pictures, they find you too.

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