Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Oh, it's Nothing

Falling stars spinning like
Spiked wheels
Wrapped around like angry
Barbed wire icy tips tinged with blood crimson
Oceans bubbling over swooning tides cannot be assuaged
Earthen wares crumble and crack along the ancient waterfront
The great dark abyss calls gently beckoning raving
Screaming heart

Who me? Oh, its nothing!
How was your day...

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