Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
Outside the gate
Too starved and too late
The tide rises and gives
Rise to the illusion
It's unearthing is awaiting
In a distant fog I flounder
For distance
I arrive and SEEK no shelter
...For the words have been written and
Taste bitter on my tongue....
(like a sweater song, i've become undone)
When I speak I'm most revealed
The unsettling feeling when you
Feel you were less received than
The floods you--You recede…
Added by maggot on October 30, 2012 at 10:16pm — No Comments
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