Wednesday, April 11, 2012

I Bite My Thumb At You, The Heavens



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Grains of dusted light request eyes as
Stones and suns of clockwork poise
Defy truly ancient truths
Like lovelorn deities 
With torn teen spirits
Making promises
Of which they
Never
Kept.
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