Friday, October 1, 2010

HE WAR- short little poet

Stuck in a he war, between the steaming machine war, between the regalia deep-seat war. 2000 miles between, temporary, vast automaton fills the margin between myself and what i covet. Crisp sea green eyes, guilty staring into me. Quicken, inhale, exhale. Perpetual nights, timepiece blaring over my inner battle cry.

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