Saturday, August 30, 2014

The Silent Neon

As he unveils me…
Benign tricks get nostalgic,
And he locks bleed within —

As he unveiled me…
Secured truths got selfless,
Verdant forms of lie exchanged looks …

Generous strings of sediments
Beheld the chance of what should and should not prevail…


As trivial instinct floated abysmal...

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