WITHIN the million years of
my need-Empire
A charm of smile and spilled
voice of emotion_children
speak//I know they want
me dead\\ The jester put
the belt across my neck
and empty daisies played
yet not too far to come
and called, ‘i swallow
and cry watching the
moon tonight giving all
my love to you..’
And whose beating heart
belongs to whom? And
to live that stoop as
a duke would do //and i
am so empty without you
i share my secrets with
life \\and upon this storm
the rainbow rose DEPARTED
to casualty and judgment
and this is the last day

:: 09192015 ::

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