I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence.
I speak of things i see.
so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial
I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Glimmer
fear the smile
fear the smile
fear the smile
the buried malevolent grin's only reflection is the soft curve of the upper lip.
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