Monday, June 21, 2010

bound & gagged
mute.d sun.days
the needle bends.
(..s.hallowed dirty streets...)
everything is wrong again..

silent are the amber hills
on nights following the rains

ember shots in negative .exposure
my worlds on the verge of the upside of down

fevery rosed.. ...& scissored
in silken spirals of a blackened steel blue
I found.. me

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