An ached wonder, your rough treasures in the mix
A scrawl that didn't care for endeavours in glass
Transgressions allowed to unfold, my blatant display
Forgetting the days you ran and hid in the invisible
Reflections, dyed hair as a machine with eyes fully alive.
13 Apr 2008
Shivering Purple This Morning
Posted by Robert at 17:24
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2 comments:
"an ached wonder"...one of those phrases that makes one's innards shiver.
*blushes all commie red*
thanks John!
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