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motion sickness..
the room has
lost its rhythm..
circulation bound
by
rotational sound
crown me in stagnant..
fragment
by fragment
framed for your
reading dis.pleasure
how
can
one
measure
the
literary treasure
of a true artist.
tainted from the womb
painted by
a bornified lunatic..
i forgive her..
mother may i
write with danger
share
stories of strangers
in "our" beds
thread
by thread
i
pleaded with the wolves
hear me howl...
as i
prowl around
the dark corners
with sounds
that drive the sane man mad
the room has
lost its rhythm..
circulation bound
by
rotational sound
crown me in stagnant..
fragment
by fragment
framed for your
reading dis.pleasure
how
can
one
measure
the
literary treasure
of a true artist.
tainted from the womb
painted by
a bornified lunatic..
i forgive her..
mother may i
write with danger
share
stories of strangers
in "our" beds
thread
by thread
i
pleaded with the wolves
hear me howl...
as i
prowl around
the dark corners
with sounds
that drive the sane man mad
Published 25th Jul 2013
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