mute-iny

Aug 15, 2010 18:19

 scathed in colorless plight of abandonment and self-pity, the vagrant suffocates himself with the monotony of numbers and concrete logic... pieces of his abstract wings laid strewn across the pavement never again to taste the rapture of flight... the embrace of inspiration that so long had eluded his frail rusty fingers grew into metal claws... as ( Read more... )

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unspoken143 August 16 2010, 15:00:55 UTC
I love your style.

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hisveryabsence August 16 2010, 15:49:08 UTC
thanks it feels good to be appreciated. maybe it represents those words that i can't say... those that are left unspoken. maybe thats why you like it.

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