Jester Experiencing Pain Reminiscent Of X'mas mornings
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Gagging in Escape
Take hold of your bearings. Summon up the forcefield. Leave people out. Breathe Solitude. Don't hold on to things. Life is a flux of colliding souls letting each other go the second the fever Human Touch burns itself off.
I am a waterfall of sun in a cold dungeon body.
I am a golden cricket in a sealed crystal flask.
I am caved in whispers, truths, and lies.
I am a broken piano sinking in the ocean.
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