Tomorrow's Tidings
Citizens beneath street-lamps
Straining to the chords of war
To the roar of destruction
Pacing the rubbled streets
Snatching away sleep
Voice rends the night air
"I will erode you into nothing"
Saturday, September 18, 2004
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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