dreamwheels
i drove my words over the dark borders,
upon the black tarmacadum of futile hope
like a vehicle bereft of wheels.
headlights grazing the sparse trees,
bats flitter fight into pinpoint light.
a broken shaft in the doomy ink.
"Not One Rats Ass"
1 Comments:
Holy Shit!!
how could that happen??
AGAIN?!!?!??
..:#Conduje mi palabra con respecto a la frontera oscura, en la luz exacta#
I will be out of the darkness
Black [words]
the tree from a tree, beaten
it is accurate it is accurate to
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eat
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grass___________
{flying flutter ingly area}
it is not by the desire I lost
-Perhaps, it wrote Lantern
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