bugs in the brain...
where we were born-
how it was sworn-
is how we see our space...
our guts and our genes-
mixed with our scenes-
puts us in our place...
strokes of the past-
linger and last-
twist us in a tizz...
bugs in the brain-
a touch insane-
everybody is...
Joy Weare.
18th February, 2007.
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