Torn winter sight,
Cartoon loneliness,
Speaking slavishly,
Under the breath.
Trying to lose,
the way,
by gaining,
a path,
Set forth quasi-fold,
Sorted under magnetism,
The cloudy silver sigh,
Serpent hissed,
Past the foyer,
Cast aside belonging,
Become silent,
And have it come to past.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
Torn winter sight,
Cartoon loneliness,
Speaking slavishly,
Under the breath.
Trying to lose,
the way,
by gaining,
a path,
Set forth quasi-fold,
Sorted under magnetism,
The cloudy silver sigh,
Serpent hissed,
Past the foyer,
Cast aside belonging,
Become silent,
And have it come to past.
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