Grazing
By intensityboi
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
- 690 reads
I told the brass knockers off
Knock it off
and into a light, frameless cloud
a gracious deepness
I immerse myself
In there, I can't exude.
The fantasies.
The red roses
The palpitations
of ones mirror reflection
in a dirty surface
If I graze through my life
and dissolve hard cubes,
I'll be at rest.
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