Saturday, January 22, 2011

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grand designs on flights of madness tearing out onto a sky of endless torment
bringing me closer to the eve of my destruction

i am the boatman for my own decent

thoughtless features placed upon faces depicting caricatures of my own soul
lost
found
unknown
discovered


sleepless for reasons you could never understand
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