Insomnia at it's best...

Oct 01, 2006 03:38

Inhale.

Life in its purest form

Gliding through the veins

Forever following the echoing beat

Of the distant heart.

Protected behind its fortress of ribs.

Inhale.

Life of a carnal sort

Sliding up the spine

Seeking the compelling thoughts

Of the mysterious brain.

Yearning to escape its scalped prison.

Inhale.

Life of the aging kind

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fsuey October 3 2006, 04:55:07 UTC
Inhale...because Clinton didn't.

I'm sorry this is a sweet post but I couldn't help myself. :) Talented beyotch.

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dreamn4lyf09 October 3 2006, 06:53:31 UTC
Haha...it's a beautiful addition to the piece!

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