it is in her heart it spins alone
and dwells tempting silence to return
to the space where love left
crowded reasons, occuied deciet
the pace of finally, (finality)
a reality condensed between the gap
like a bullet/she would kiss it
to make known intentions hidden behind
riots growing like crowns lets loose
amongst reactions reactions reactions
like a snapping artery-artilery shot through
cappilaries capable true of destroying
the weather forecast/
9 Nov 2008
it has grown
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a stunning, mouth watering piece of poetry. If words could be fruit then this is a melon.
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