19 Oct 2008

At what rate?

She fumbled yelling @ what rate?
I stared upon her, flesh gazing lucidly.
Spiralled predicaments.
In the path with.
The blood type.

Bloody Forward.
Being urged
This moment recollect.
To reach oblivion.

And what shall continue,
If [each] these wings, Expire?

Having risen
This leverage
Excuses downfall.

Thrust, Object captured.

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