If you expect me to
fail, despite
earth-shattering
efforts, I will. If
you see an angelic
apparition twinning
from my aura, I'll
rise from depths of
city-sewers to fly up
and touch they sky.
We are all
poltergeists to
varying degrees. If
my blood tastes
bitter, our senses
need
disentanglement.
(wip)
- Max
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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