Tick, Tick, Ti― The prosaic salted nip is least nor grand Its - TopicsExpress



          

Tick, Tick, Ti― The prosaic salted nip is least nor grand Its commodity dulls part and parcel, Leisurely stripping naked the Psyche Leaving shit stench in its wake, The palled affect is caprice, Fades internal screams as fad, Waters down the violated mind, And unicorns the living soul Murkily, a coin flips an inert switch As the vagrant within vacates, The broken body spalls its fringed remnants Twixt ears as residual vestige Quietus resides just in its bore of justice, Giving way to flee this river thus, currents of time
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 21:48:49 +0000

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