Wednesday, 23 February 2011


Death. Forever rest. Mind is a mess. I can't stress enough how I feel. Blessed. I guess. Life. Explodes into the night. I test out my wings. The pressure in flight. I bring. Excite. I breathe in the light. I exhale the darkness the spark sits tonight. The tip of my tongue. The edge of my seat. I sit crosslegged through crossed tongues I speak. The serpant in me. I slither but Eve. Stops and stares. She's staring at me. I can hardly believe. I'm not sure I see. Do I?

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