Saturday, January 22, 2011

Construct #47

seeking lesser shades of twilight in this nonchalant pattern of rhythmic fits while my mind is fellationisticly entranced by the thought of a counter melody that begins and ends with the vibrations emanating from the darkly portion of love
i fear
i remember
i am
so very
contemplating the chasm of silence that creeps in the solemn unspokenness that i dare to consume in favor of reaching the solution to syllables of desire that were left as reminders of my own clutched dilemma
i remember
i am
i fear
so very

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