Jul 19, 2008 00:42
ghastly imagery on the face of a rock-wall
one hundred feet about tear level, fixed
sockets on cream colored lightning faces
perched on the necks of those universe wounds
that find time to enjoy their time.
it's no wonder at all
where i'll be;
there's no use in worryin' about me.
soSMILE.
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