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[ontic_evil]

To see a grin pashed out as though a sin,
a flash of happiness on a thread so thin
dashed for dashings sake, upon a whim,
is at last a tipped ballast within,
crashed through the surface into light so grim,
alabaster reflection of you, and her, and him

Comments

[stunicon]

sweet i like that

[ontic_evil]

thanks.