Title: addicted Author: eric88
lander here i fatally listen. orchestra tunic sunday mourning though fear i presented but which sustains me standard fear portrayed yet grasps at the heels of hopes last day a master of perception, a doctor of time, rise the glass, frolic the mind surely seeking and always reaping, the sowed adolescence of the minds fertile leaping such wonder is kept in a darkened corner of the mind, a dusty foreign region of time and yet to which a fascinating find, fear is doubted, no struggle or grind for a darkened room, a portal a shrine, a shadowed doubt, no dark can cast. a mask, a flask, riddled with doubt, i wander, i ponder. i direct the yonder yet i raise the men to which are not born, the fetus, the lovers.the ones which love scorn Comments on "addicted"
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