Lose Ends
cutting ties.
Speaking lies.
No more profound.
Screaming.
Flinching at the sound
And cutting ties.
No ones around.
Green eyes.
Fallen bark hits the ground.
Lose Ends
cutting ties.
Speaking lies.
No more profound.
Screaming.
Flinching at the sound
And cutting ties.
No ones around.
Green eyes.
Fallen bark hits the ground.
amithissecret commented on Lose Ends
05-17-2010
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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