My retinas have that full-sun bleach
Light's ghosts haunting every blink
I hope I won't remember you wrong
Always
Red fire in blues and greens
A sky rocket reaching for the moon with screaming hands
Dying brighter than it ever lived.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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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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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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