10 May 2007
Articulating the aspects of life
dormant from feelings of an earthly creature
Whispering each wor with a voice
as shrill as the morning echo of a crow
Flying through the fields of brazen desert and narcissistic pain
He comes,
clothed with anguish
Blood of hopelessness
dripping from his effervescent cheek
He looked at me…
those eyes…
Fierce, pitiful, beautiful.
Will always remain in my thoughts.
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