Lets admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree. Im caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy, climbing. Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. I cant stop my laughter as she cries. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. Lets amend the classic story, close it so beautifully. Ill let animosity unwind. Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. Ill still feel the violence of the lines. I cant stand the laughter as they cry. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence. -
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 11:03:43 +0000
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