Monday, September 20, 2010

further ahead of warp

painted all and spit out
stare at the air in the sound of rain
a song and sleep to unknown you
reach out and doubt my lips

a crooked oath i write with my bare hand
i turn my eyes away and write solitude
hold hands with a shapeless shadow
and it always sways us to crush

the end of the day pops with the constant
wind and points its finger.

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