Thursday, October 14, 2010

Approaching mistress

Approaching mistress
Whisper softly fair death. Your fair flesh immortalizes that which
you call frame.
A picture lasts within my mind.
I did I c it is.
Harmony's that speak to others are swirls in my mind. Floating
existence tells me deeds.
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