Monument of thoughts...
Navigating the delirium of my late thirties.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Comsume me
Sound of lost love
Brings unique meaning
To ears silent sometimes deaf
Exotic voyage through
Dark channels in strange hours
Brings soft flesh sometimes death
So I hear your voice
Dancing, free me, please me
Consume me before earth.
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