Imperial
Faith what a world time has seen eyes beating down on you. Killing you disturbed you and inferior to a pause to life. Fig people are nice they dig the world. Time has not found us yet. The imperial of light is what you delight in night. Jump for nothing. Nothing at all saves grace for she is beautiful and desperately glowing like she's flowing. Poetry impossible concentration and it's getting harder to think. What is so bad if you are garbage? Then take out the trash and go and go and go on. Right now someone is dying. Right now a soul is born in to this world. Right now jess is looking and talking to you though my word.
Copyright © Cory Weinberger | Year Posted 2015
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