Stranger Close By Me
Here
Now
Living
Purity
Immorality
Darkness, my crystal chandelier
Forgot how to sparkle in ballrooms now full of mud
Integrity is packed in soundproof boxes, shipped to the archives, sealed, wrapped in duct
tape.
A re-occurring dream goes on and on and on: laughing water fountains slapping my wingless
shoulder blades, as they blind me I step on life....
Copyright © Iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010
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