Ivory Illusion
the last sigh
was my first kingdom
the drolk of the mimic dances around the inpuls
the searching light
you're vigilant about ideas into the standart position hovering
over the maggots of hate and fragrant darkness as the light to the moon opposition
ready silenced by
glory of paleness waiting staring at the birds of the butterfly belly up,
the loneliness of the great expantion path that crosses over our arms in a sound of
heavy silences
in a garage and a cellar sandblasted ivory illusion
Copyright © Veerle Heyninck Florimond Margriet | Year Posted 2011
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