Television, Screams, & Animalistic Dreams
poems, paintings, personals, and powdered babies
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Jagged and silent as the moonless night
Quivering like the evergreen leaves.
Thirsting and yearning for the drop of blood,
So pure, so bright,
So erratic to to taint and cast ripples in the Sea.
- January 2013
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