Making Every Image Count
Man I've got to slow it all down take another route...
Walking past this blink dispel, time heart's dotage her
Brightest star amid the skies these, nocturnal nighttides ?
Johnny jump up his bluish purple rush hour russet's, diamond eyes
Denying their proteges defeatist provenance ? Where wicked was, a clinging
Touch gyroscopes day of the dead piece, de resistance: falling at His feet weeping
She and phantasmagoria's end this summer; Lord, be love's harvest ? Aureole's vanguard.
Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
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