Guest Shiva H. Vishnu Posted July 15, 2006 Share Posted July 15, 2006 i've rolled back the ceiling with buckets of gin and i'm scraping the skin from the stars falling in the moon is all toothless and sliced paper thin but pulls at my focus disrupting my spin and crouched like a refugee fleeing from space a shadow slides over to finger my face with lips like a lover and fist like a mace in moments i'm mired in stillness and grace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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