Feral Frustration In Egyptian Scrolls Covering Up Government Conspiracies Tomorrow
sometimes I am a cigarette burning into your/my skin
sometimes I am a corpse rotting into your/my dark
sometimes I am invisible
often this is a noiseless void
often this a soundless numbing
often I am wrong
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2011
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